Okee, it's been a while since I've tried this.. but I shall attempt a stream-of-consciousness for five minutes. Ahem. And the topic shall be... "Clothing." Ready? Go.

I'm really ticked off at the moment because apparently I had forgotten that I was wearing one of my better shirts during art today. How the hell was I suppose to know that we were going to be painting today? So, I got some venetian red onto my kick ass red dragon shirt and that pissed the hell out of me.. especially since it's acrylic and, given my shirt's complete lack of stamina, repeated washing will only hurt the color more. Another gripe I have is the fact that nothing bought black stays black! I seriously have to buy a new collared black shirt every two months or so because repeated washing turns the gorgeous blackness into shades of dark blue and purple. Hell, even my shoes can't stay black for more than five minutes till they're covered in a whitening sheen of dust and/or dirt. Really it's quite annoying. If I was a bit more OCD I would be cleaning incessantly... but thankfully it hasn't come to that... yet. And once more, I'm finding that I'm wearing more and more black these days. Funny thing to note since last year I was still semi-closeted and this year I'm more out and open and blah di blah di blah. Really it's ironic. Actually, I do severely enjoy black.. I just couldn't wear it half of the time last year because I had ceramics first thing in the morning for even-period days. And ceramics does prove to render every shirt and garment, despite the color, a chalky, porcelain white. Grr! A week ago I went to the Kiln club afterschool just to hang out. While trying to teach Michelle how to use the potter's wheel, I got some familiar dust on my black shirt and pants. URGH!

... oh hey, perfect timing.

Ahem.

And lemme just say that Alanis Morissette's new cd is effing awesome!

Sis' sketching my ear at the moment for art... Well, she has yet to actually start. So now, after chastising her a bit, she's off to fetch a chair for her to sit in.
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I feel the urge to be a beatnick again. Well, not so much the whole snap-applause and poetry reading. More like the cafe-connoseiur... don't blame me for my horrendous french spelling, I don't take that language... who goes to a smokey cafe, drinks his java, sits back contented and contemplates.

Problem is... the scale doesn't like me. Apparently I've gained back five pounds o'er the past two days... so I'm more or less fasting to help boost my self-esteem a bit. Kinda hard to do at the moment, especially after dad made lasagna for dinner... Well, "made" in the sense that he followed the directions for baking on the packet. Grr... I hate being so weight-conscious. But I know that in order for me to feel sensuality, this body will not do. So, the things we do for love/sex/everything. :|

And I ate an abundance of Roman food during english (first class of the day no less!) so I felt really bad after all that food was consumed. Waai!

"I can feel so unsexy for someone so beautiful, so unloved for someone so fine. I can feel so boring for someone so interesting, so in your arms for someone of sound mind."
-Alanis' "So Unsexy"

Nyah.

Erm... I should check up on the apples I'm cooking at the moment. And yes, I am a nocturnal creature! Bwahahaha!