I'm an Elf! go to:the quiz!
I'm Stalin! go to:the quiz!
I'm Thoth! go to:the quiz!
In other news, it seems like something electrifying is in the air tonight.
After piano lessons (really really mediocre; I don't think I'll be adding five new songs to my repetoire anytime soon) the family decided to go to Borders for stuff. Perfect opportunity to grab a birthday gift. And, strangely enough, matching bag and paper to go with the book. Great card too. But I digress.
I got bored just waiting around for people to finish up magazine articles and whatnot so I went outside by the coffee tables at the neighboring Starbucks. This guy was sitting at a table full of his friends plucking Beatles songs on his guitar. He was singing along softly and, by the lack of attention from his friends, wasn't heard much at all. I on the other hand was mouthing the words back. He noticed at some point and smiled. I smiled back.
Came home to some nice Jamie Oliver on the tv followed by the gift-wrapping ceremony. With sis doing the final touches I felt a need to distract myself. So... up goes the ladder against the side of the house and I camped out on the roof for a bit, staring at what few stars were out.
And now, a few minutes ago, I just finished reading an amazing entry 'bout Brittany's amazing kiss over at Roma while Placebo played on the computer. "My Sweet Prince" no less.
If I didn't know any better, I'd say that Eros has been making his rounds.
Gimme gimme, that thing called love... I'll brave it!
Fly dove, sing sparrow! Give me cupid's famous arrow!
Gimme gimme that thing call love!
But romance is fine and real. Love, on the other hand... well, we all know my position on that.
In other news, I'm completely decked out in glam-rock style... or I was up till an hour ago. I was rummaging through miscellany trying to find items suitable for the annual Halloween get-up, when I had the urge to try for the Velvet Goldmine look. Quite coincidentally, when I went downstairs and turned on the computer, the first song to play was "20th Century Boy" by the ever graceful Placebo.
There's something about that riff that keeps me moving. So anyways, glitter make up and eyeliner, fuscia lipstick, black nailpolish, normal black hair, black pants, black pleather jacket with purple stitching, and an electric guitar in hand... still debating whether it was a scary sight or not, but it felt great to feel like a rocker for a little bit.
Another sad thing to note: the pleather jacket is the sister's. I fit into her clothes. And half of them look better than most of the stuff in my closet because they aren't horridly loose on me. If it weren't for the female cuts and designs... I'd actually wear them. Pity.
Only three more days of work left. I'll be glad to leave the office environment as soon as possible, and it's great that I get about $600 from the deal. They might possibly want sis and I to come back later in the summer to file some more stuff if we're needed, but other than that... free reign in the morning.
Too bad that I'm a night owl.
Oh, and no hangover this morning. Just some severe sleeping-in followed by a five-minute shower and two-minute dressing before work.
Tomorrow promises to be interesting.