Okay, so, events that have happened since the last massive rant. KT got back into town, met up with her on Sunday morning along with Tiff and a few of the other Vic girls for the traditional breakfast at Mels. Wandered down to the Word on the Street festival for a few hours, as well as the vic book sale (and before anyone comments, I only spent $20. So Silence). Get home and pretty much just bummed about all day, watched a few shows and movies, then tumbled over to Futures. And there was cheescake, oh god was there cheesecake.
See, Tiff is officially another year older as of saturday, (I shall be heading out this weekend to buy her the 'Shoes of Awesome.' A pair of frighteningly expensive fluevogs in other words, because this is Tiff. The girl who, when her dad offered to get her a new computer for her birthday as her old one could double as a rather effective club if one so desired, instead got him to buy her $400 Gwen Stefani purple snakeskin boots. And no, that was not a typo. Purple. Snakeskin.)
::Shudders::
KT headed back to Oz today. V. Sad, unfortunately didn't get to see her off yesterday as I pretty much went home, sat down on my bed to read a few things, and woke up all confused at 11:30 that night with Jenn already asleep and the normally placid cat chewing on my nose. Oh, and cold. The apartment is normally a bit stuffy so we leave most of the windows and such open, but last night? Was bloody well FREEZING. Ended up piled under blankets with a cat to each side, weirdly comforting feeling that. Anyone who's ever been to my apartment has heard a comment or 2 about how I don't actually sleep: I burrow. I tend to throw as many damn blankets as I can stand on the bed and wake up in a nice warm cocoon, only downside to all this is that it makes it damn hard to get out of bed in the morning.
So to KT: Wherever you are: go snog Geoff for me (you know you wanna!)
Halloween and Thanksgiving and all those fun type things are coming up this month. Thanksgiving is, as usual, being spent up at the cottage with the family, eating far too much and trying to keep the pets from killing each other out of sheer frustration. God I love thanksgiving.
Halloween is something else however: Not sure what I'm going to do as I can't afford the Little Red Riding hood costume, and I doubt Tiff has the time to even make it anymore at this point. Too bad, it would have been awesome. So I guess I'll try to go out with a few friends, maybe hit a club or two, probably wearing the devil contacts and doing a painted masquerade. (as in: piecing togerther costume from ren gear and painting on a masquerade mask by hand out of eyeliner and circus face paints if I can grab them from Tiff to practice). We'll have to see.
I really want to try and organize a full masquerade ball at some point though... maybe swing the idea to Kat, see if she has any suggestions... But yeah, I have some wicked ideas for a few masquerade masks and such that I want to try and build over the next few months... (which, in reality, means that I'll buy a whole bunch of supplies, spend a few weeks on one, then get frustrated and end up feeding it to the cats).
Also: I have had an epiphany. I've been sorting out all my music recently to try and figure out what I want on my Ipod and building playlists and sorting through files I haven't heard in YEARS. One of the artists I was sorting through was Bowie.
A few observations: - The Man had the most silly haircut in the world, it's still infamous - He croons - Guyliner - He wore skinny jeans, and still does - Most of his songs are either about heartbreak or about... well... stringing together whatever random crap rhymes really
Conclusion: Bowie was the origional Emo-boy (just with more glitter)
*ducks to avoid the mass of projectiles thrown by friends and family who love Bowie*
Eeep.
And now it is 2pm, and I have been typing this entry for the last 6 hours in between customs, customers and filing. I think I'm gonna go actually work now....
Meru at 2:02 PM