Steroids, Androids, Hemorrhoids. Ya know, the usual.
Today was simply flippin' sweet. Got my interview for radio totally done and had fun shopping with my mom. I got this cute outfit: a pretty reddish/brown bohemian style skirt and an equally awesome cream colored top to go with it. And this was all for under $25! Woot! Shopping the clearance rack at Wal*Mart is almost like thrift-store shopping. *laughs* My mom got this crazy suit jacket that has... well, a lot of character. She loves it, so I guess that's all that matters.
Yesterday was cool, too, though I slept over half the day away because I was tired. Like, seriously. So all I really got done yesterday was composing the short, creepy song from the perspective of a dead person. Shoot, whenever I write a song it usually comes out
My creative side wants to do all these awesome, elaborate, fantastical creative things, but my logical side won't let any of them come to fruition because it'd be time-consuming and impractical for use. It's the same way with cosplay. My creative side wants to go crazy and have fun, going all out with as many as possible, but my logical side doesn't want to spend all that money on something I'll only wear a few times (if not just once) in my life. So I keep going back and forth between a strict one-costume-per-con policy and a crazy let's-do-it-all one. YARG to my split self! And that's not the half of it, but I'll save that for an emo poem someday.
Speaking of emo, I've been looking for some arm-warmers that are all cool and striped. You know what I mean? They're like something crazy like black and red or something. I'd also love me some fingerless black gloves because those are just awesome. I've been toying with the idea of going to Northpark and going to places like Torrid to look for some of that. I've heard that Spencer's at Town East has the gloves, though. Either way, I've been wanting to go alone, but my mom won't let me. She said that even if I had a group of my girlfriends there I wouldn't be able to. I'd have to have a guy with me if she didn't go. How dumb is that? As if a boy were auto-matically a million times more intimidating/capable than I. I can look tough when I want to, oh trust me. Especially with the steroids I've been taking. (JUST KIDDING!) That's an inside joke between Rani and I. I noticed how my voice was suddenly deeper and that I was oddly more irritable than usual and she was, like, you're on steroids, aren't you? And I played along and was, like, yeah how'd you know. She was, like, the voice, the sudden fits of rage, etc... It was hilarious. Hmm... good times.
Ya know, I think my mom sees the split sides of me in fashion: dramatic and bohemian. I think by getting me that outfit at Wal*Mart, she's trying to encourage the latter. *laughs* Wow. That's crazy. And she went a little crazy over my blue lipstick today. I mean, I was wearing my mojo-jojo shirt and it matched; it was flippin' sweet, but she was, like, I don't like it, blah blah blah blah, and I was, like, I don't care, I'm-a wear it anyway. Maybe my youthful rebellion streak's only outlet is fashion. Yeah, I'm thinking that's it. I feel so constrained by people, ya know? Like, they expect this out of me and if I do anything "weird" or whatever they gang up on me like a pack of hound dogs over a t-bone steak. It makes me wanna snap somewhere. But I'm sure I'm not the only teen that feels that way.
Well, anyway, that's enough yapping out of me. What's up with the people? Either way, I send them my luv. Yes, yes, *puts on Barry White act* luv to the people! (Yay for deep-voiced chics like me!) Ooh wait, hold up, that reminds me of something. I was surfing around cosplay.com and found this awesome Asian cosplayer who had the cuuutest costumes and was simply adorable, and she even made the best Orihime I'd ever seen (though obviously stuffed). She and her boyfriend did the awesomest pairings and I was just really blown away. Then... it hit me: this wasn't a girl, it was a guy. EWWWWWWW!! That was just... disturbing... *shudder shudder* Hey, that sounds like a good parting thought. Mata ne!
Yesterday was cool, too, though I slept over half the day away because I was tired. Like, seriously. So all I really got done yesterday was composing the short, creepy song from the perspective of a dead person. Shoot, whenever I write a song it usually comes out
- short
- incomplete
- freaky and
- sounding like the 70's group Renaissance
My creative side wants to do all these awesome, elaborate, fantastical creative things, but my logical side won't let any of them come to fruition because it'd be time-consuming and impractical for use. It's the same way with cosplay. My creative side wants to go crazy and have fun, going all out with as many as possible, but my logical side doesn't want to spend all that money on something I'll only wear a few times (if not just once) in my life. So I keep going back and forth between a strict one-costume-per-con policy and a crazy let's-do-it-all one. YARG to my split self! And that's not the half of it, but I'll save that for an emo poem someday.
Speaking of emo, I've been looking for some arm-warmers that are all cool and striped. You know what I mean? They're like something crazy like black and red or something. I'd also love me some fingerless black gloves because those are just awesome. I've been toying with the idea of going to Northpark and going to places like Torrid to look for some of that. I've heard that Spencer's at Town East has the gloves, though. Either way, I've been wanting to go alone, but my mom won't let me. She said that even if I had a group of my girlfriends there I wouldn't be able to. I'd have to have a guy with me if she didn't go. How dumb is that? As if a boy were auto-matically a million times more intimidating/capable than I. I can look tough when I want to, oh trust me. Especially with the steroids I've been taking. (JUST KIDDING!) That's an inside joke between Rani and I. I noticed how my voice was suddenly deeper and that I was oddly more irritable than usual and she was, like, you're on steroids, aren't you? And I played along and was, like, yeah how'd you know. She was, like, the voice, the sudden fits of rage, etc... It was hilarious. Hmm... good times.
Ya know, I think my mom sees the split sides of me in fashion: dramatic and bohemian. I think by getting me that outfit at Wal*Mart, she's trying to encourage the latter. *laughs* Wow. That's crazy. And she went a little crazy over my blue lipstick today. I mean, I was wearing my mojo-jojo shirt and it matched; it was flippin' sweet, but she was, like, I don't like it, blah blah blah blah, and I was, like, I don't care, I'm-a wear it anyway. Maybe my youthful rebellion streak's only outlet is fashion. Yeah, I'm thinking that's it. I feel so constrained by people, ya know? Like, they expect this out of me and if I do anything "weird" or whatever they gang up on me like a pack of hound dogs over a t-bone steak. It makes me wanna snap somewhere. But I'm sure I'm not the only teen that feels that way.
Well, anyway, that's enough yapping out of me. What's up with the people? Either way, I send them my luv. Yes, yes, *puts on Barry White act* luv to the people! (Yay for deep-voiced chics like me!) Ooh wait, hold up, that reminds me of something. I was surfing around cosplay.com and found this awesome Asian cosplayer who had the cuuutest costumes and was simply adorable, and she even made the best Orihime I'd ever seen (though obviously stuffed). She and her boyfriend did the awesomest pairings and I was just really blown away. Then... it hit me: this wasn't a girl, it was a guy. EWWWWWWW!! That was just... disturbing... *shudder shudder* Hey, that sounds like a good parting thought. Mata ne!