Then he smiles, his eyes light up and how can I complain? Yes, he's insane, but look what he can do
I'm working hard on the next part of Zombie Nation (which I've finally decided will be the working title unless I can think of something better),but this journal has always primarily been an outlet for my...whatever the fuck, my ramblings, I suppose. Anyway, whatever they're called, they're important to regulation of my sanity, so they'll still be making appearances from time to time.
I bought a buff and blue (GW's colors) Rugby the other day from my friend who actually plays women's rugby. She bought the shirt originally for herself because she was trying it on in the Rugby store in Georgetown, while Ralph Lauren was there. He saw her checking herself out in the mirror with it on and he gave her the "you should buy that" nod of approval. Well, you can't say no to that, so she bought it even though the fit wasn't particularly comfortable for her. I tried it on and loved the fit, so I bought it from her. Now I have a shirt with a second-hand story, which is kind of amusing. It's a men's shirt, too, but it's a small and hits my curves in all the right places which hey, for someone who has a wardrobe full of boxy t-shirts stolen from various student groups? Not half bad.
I'm loving the comments for Zombie Nation. Little things make my day brighter, they really do. It's also nice to know that there are people out there as crazy as I am, though I admit I'm a little surprised no one caught the redshirt reference in the last part. =P
We read through something called "All in the Timing" last week in Vocal Theatre, and one of the lines included the phrase "existentially romantic", which I thought was fantastic.
This weekend was a mix of highs and lows, but beneath everything there was this low rumbling of something, though I don't know what. My threshold for social sound is higher than it should be, I think. It's funny how I can be very perceptive about other people when their actions don't affect me and I can afford to be cold, clinical, and psychoanalytical; but, when I get emotionally involved? Sometimes I get stupid. I miss cues, and I get kind of pathetic-sounding as I try to catch up.
...Or I could be going a little batty because I have two exams this week. Le sigh.
I bought a buff and blue (GW's colors) Rugby the other day from my friend who actually plays women's rugby. She bought the shirt originally for herself because she was trying it on in the Rugby store in Georgetown, while Ralph Lauren was there. He saw her checking herself out in the mirror with it on and he gave her the "you should buy that" nod of approval. Well, you can't say no to that, so she bought it even though the fit wasn't particularly comfortable for her. I tried it on and loved the fit, so I bought it from her. Now I have a shirt with a second-hand story, which is kind of amusing. It's a men's shirt, too, but it's a small and hits my curves in all the right places which hey, for someone who has a wardrobe full of boxy t-shirts stolen from various student groups? Not half bad.
I'm loving the comments for Zombie Nation. Little things make my day brighter, they really do. It's also nice to know that there are people out there as crazy as I am, though I admit I'm a little surprised no one caught the redshirt reference in the last part. =P
We read through something called "All in the Timing" last week in Vocal Theatre, and one of the lines included the phrase "existentially romantic", which I thought was fantastic.
This weekend was a mix of highs and lows, but beneath everything there was this low rumbling of something, though I don't know what. My threshold for social sound is higher than it should be, I think. It's funny how I can be very perceptive about other people when their actions don't affect me and I can afford to be cold, clinical, and psychoanalytical; but, when I get emotionally involved? Sometimes I get stupid. I miss cues, and I get kind of pathetic-sounding as I try to catch up.
...Or I could be going a little batty because I have two exams this week. Le sigh.