Today Was a Good Day (And now my hair is a fro.)
So my day began at 11:00 when I woke up and my friend K from down the hall made everyone crepes for breakfast. They were delicious!
After I consumed a quantity of French breakfast goodness, I went on a trek around Boston for clothes that I and my comrades could wear to Rocky Horror Picture Show. Now normally, this would be an enjoyable experience, but today is was very cold, very windy, and very very very rainy. So walking down to Dorothy's Boutique (they gave me a discount once, guess why) on Mass. Ave. was a trial, and then when nothing they had would satisfy our Rocky Horror needs, we had to go all the way to Cambridge (on the T, not walking. That would be silly.) and still we found no corsets, garter belts, or other appropriate attire. So we had to improvise.
And we improvise and we look fabulous! Yay! There's much running around and doing each others' hair and saying "God I look like a whore!" "That's the point!" (Of course when we got to the show we were the most modestly dressed ones there.) So my hair got teased out of control and I still have on more black eye-liner than I ever thought humanly possible.
And then we went to Rocky Horror.
I don't really feel like writing an entire paragraph describing Rocky Horror, because that's kind of hard to do and I'm tired. Suffice to say, if you've ever been to Rocky Horror, you know what it was like, and if you haven't, then you should go, but not if you're uncomfortable with naked people.
And now my hair is very tangled and big, and I would like to sleep. Good night!
After I consumed a quantity of French breakfast goodness, I went on a trek around Boston for clothes that I and my comrades could wear to Rocky Horror Picture Show. Now normally, this would be an enjoyable experience, but today is was very cold, very windy, and very very very rainy. So walking down to Dorothy's Boutique (they gave me a discount once, guess why) on Mass. Ave. was a trial, and then when nothing they had would satisfy our Rocky Horror needs, we had to go all the way to Cambridge (on the T, not walking. That would be silly.) and still we found no corsets, garter belts, or other appropriate attire. So we had to improvise.
And we improvise and we look fabulous! Yay! There's much running around and doing each others' hair and saying "God I look like a whore!" "That's the point!" (Of course when we got to the show we were the most modestly dressed ones there.) So my hair got teased out of control and I still have on more black eye-liner than I ever thought humanly possible.
And then we went to Rocky Horror.
I don't really feel like writing an entire paragraph describing Rocky Horror, because that's kind of hard to do and I'm tired. Suffice to say, if you've ever been to Rocky Horror, you know what it was like, and if you haven't, then you should go, but not if you're uncomfortable with naked people.
And now my hair is very tangled and big, and I would like to sleep. Good night!