blue velvet
Sep. 5th, 2000 07:00 pmIt is such pretty September outside. I think it's my favorite month. The air is fresh for dancing, and I would dance if I had some nice floaty dresses. I keep getting spots on my shirts. My newer pink one has developed little orange ones that only I see. They are going to make me mad enough to dye it purple next time I go home. ALL MY CLOTHES END UP PURPLE.
That's not a bad thing.
I drenched myself in perfume today, because I can, but it mixed with the definite scent of geekboy in class and made me miss him. I have to take hits off my perfume bottle more often, because I never bother unless I'm going out there, so I'm conditioned to expect him when I smell it. Which is just setting myself up for massive frozen yogurt consumption.
Chocolate oranges, real hot fudge, and cheesecake can ALWAYS buy me off. And glitter, and nail polish, and jewelry, and quarters with peaches on them.
That weird boy that I swear I don't know talked at me again when I was coming back from dinner. I have since decided that the best way to deal with him is to talk back at great length about my weight and pookie's innards and go into lurid detail about cramps and water retention. He was sitting on the stairs outside my room with some male friend last night, which makes no sense, this being a girl floor.
NEVER talk to me after I take off my makeup. I snarl.
That's not a bad thing.
I drenched myself in perfume today, because I can, but it mixed with the definite scent of geekboy in class and made me miss him. I have to take hits off my perfume bottle more often, because I never bother unless I'm going out there, so I'm conditioned to expect him when I smell it. Which is just setting myself up for massive frozen yogurt consumption.
Chocolate oranges, real hot fudge, and cheesecake can ALWAYS buy me off. And glitter, and nail polish, and jewelry, and quarters with peaches on them.
That weird boy that I swear I don't know talked at me again when I was coming back from dinner. I have since decided that the best way to deal with him is to talk back at great length about my weight and pookie's innards and go into lurid detail about cramps and water retention. He was sitting on the stairs outside my room with some male friend last night, which makes no sense, this being a girl floor.
NEVER talk to me after I take off my makeup. I snarl.