Teehee...
I'm a fickle bellydancer. I'm a fickle bellydancer. I'm a fickle bellydancer.
So mom and I are driving back to Dahlal today to return the silver bra and belt set. The workmanship is just crap apon further inspection. Thats what you get for under 200 dollers. Oh well. I'll be ordering one from Neckelmanns.com in the colors I actually want in a size that actually fits. Silver was nice and neutral, but I am after Emerald green and Apple green.. and possibly some irridessant peacock blue thrown in... On the plus side... at least the bra cups wont be all pointy and torpedo like. It was hard to tell on the silver one because of the presence of fringe, but I swear you could impale somebody on them.
Now I get to do that weird thing where I freak out and get really nervous before I return something. I dont know why I always get this way. I could be returning anything to anywhere. Once I decide it needs to go back I cant rest till it is out of my life forever. I sit around full of anxiety knowing I have to say... "I just dont want this" to somebody and have them give me money back. *shivvers* Worse yet... A lot of the girls who are actually on the St. Louis dance scene work at Dahlal. Most of their models I've seen dance and talked to on several occasions. Every time we come in they put music on for us and let us dig through their piles of crap and mess up their displays. I have a hard time saying negative things to them. Urh. Maybe we'll buy a hip scarf so they dont look at us with those sad baby seal bellydancer eyes.
Hehe...
I had a bunch of dreams about going off my antidepressants because they made me too content and I became a danger to myself because I was content with just laying in bed and starving to death. I also had a few dreams about Rube from Dead Like Me... Most of them involved trying to off certain people... but in a very world of warcraft kind of way. At one point there were thease living cast iron panthers that would jump up on you like a dog would. The only way to stop them was to bap them on the head, but I didnt want to, cause I like cast iron.. and panthers... and they seemed friendly. Also had a dream or two about walking around in a transdimentional department store with some little girl who I kept loosing in the cheerleading/bottle opener section/old lady formal dress section. All in all... I slept like the dead... cept for that disturbing dream where I was getting dressed back in my old room at my parents house... and there was something haunty watching me... something very very very evil/bad. The same kind of thing was in the hallway too... So I ran to the bathroom where apparently the haunts were more friendly.
Weee *dances a jig*
This is what happens when I accidently take my Welbutrin too close to bed. Vivid but stupid weird dreams.
So mom and I are driving back to Dahlal today to return the silver bra and belt set. The workmanship is just crap apon further inspection. Thats what you get for under 200 dollers. Oh well. I'll be ordering one from Neckelmanns.com in the colors I actually want in a size that actually fits. Silver was nice and neutral, but I am after Emerald green and Apple green.. and possibly some irridessant peacock blue thrown in... On the plus side... at least the bra cups wont be all pointy and torpedo like. It was hard to tell on the silver one because of the presence of fringe, but I swear you could impale somebody on them.
Now I get to do that weird thing where I freak out and get really nervous before I return something. I dont know why I always get this way. I could be returning anything to anywhere. Once I decide it needs to go back I cant rest till it is out of my life forever. I sit around full of anxiety knowing I have to say... "I just dont want this" to somebody and have them give me money back. *shivvers* Worse yet... A lot of the girls who are actually on the St. Louis dance scene work at Dahlal. Most of their models I've seen dance and talked to on several occasions. Every time we come in they put music on for us and let us dig through their piles of crap and mess up their displays. I have a hard time saying negative things to them. Urh. Maybe we'll buy a hip scarf so they dont look at us with those sad baby seal bellydancer eyes.
Hehe...
I had a bunch of dreams about going off my antidepressants because they made me too content and I became a danger to myself because I was content with just laying in bed and starving to death. I also had a few dreams about Rube from Dead Like Me... Most of them involved trying to off certain people... but in a very world of warcraft kind of way. At one point there were thease living cast iron panthers that would jump up on you like a dog would. The only way to stop them was to bap them on the head, but I didnt want to, cause I like cast iron.. and panthers... and they seemed friendly. Also had a dream or two about walking around in a transdimentional department store with some little girl who I kept loosing in the cheerleading/bottle opener section/old lady formal dress section. All in all... I slept like the dead... cept for that disturbing dream where I was getting dressed back in my old room at my parents house... and there was something haunty watching me... something very very very evil/bad. The same kind of thing was in the hallway too... So I ran to the bathroom where apparently the haunts were more friendly.
Weee *dances a jig*
This is what happens when I accidently take my Welbutrin too close to bed. Vivid but stupid weird dreams.