July 25, 2002 :: 11:17 p.m.
watch as her molecules become confused
Eating a can of pineapple chunks (directly from the can, no less) and listening to Ani - not a bad way to spend your 11:17. My mom and I went shopping this evening and got some stuff for school. Extra-long sheets (red), a trash can (red), a desk lamp (red), a huge coffee/tea/soup mug (red), towels (red), the most fun chair ever (red)... so, do you think there might be a chance that red is my favorite color? As for the non-red items, there's an alarm clock, a laundry bag, a bathrobe, and a dress that I love to bits and pieces (though the dress isn't really for school). Shopping is especially fun when I'm not the one paying for it.
Something I noticed when trying stuff on tonight is that the word "large," as it applies to clothes, seems to be being phased out and replaced with "very small." Either that or all the clothing manufacturers speak a different sort of English, one where "large" means "fits small Japanese girls." Of course, it could just be that I'm fat, but jesus. I'm not that fat. Not so fat that a large shirt should prevent my lungs from functioning and leave lacerations on my ribcage. Blah. But the pretty pretty dress fits, and that's all that matters to me. It's so fun. It makes me all excited.
Anyway. I got an orientation package of sorts from Lebanon Valley today. Is my anxiety palpable yet? Can you feel it? Because I sure can. I'm seriously getting freaked out. Not a good sort of freaked out, either, if there is such a thing. It's a very, very bad sort of freaked out, involving lots of sweating and twitching and nervousness. Is it a strange form of excitement? No, my friends. This is bold-faced fear. My cowardly nature is leading me to want nothing more than to hide in a small closet with my books and a few boxes of Godiva chocolates, thus avoiding all new social interaction and unfamiliar environments. Erg. I need to calm myself, for serious. This could lead to difficulties, like a heart murmur or spontaneous implosion.
Because you know, that's my super power. I'm ImploGirl, my cells collapse into themselves at a moments notice.
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