alice in her party dress
tuesday, january 1, 2002
"alice, pressed against the wall so
she can see the door
in case the laughing strangers call and
crush the petals on the floor."
--alice, sisters of mercy
You're just a girl; you tend to get frustrated easily, you daydream quite a bit, and you try to avoid making trouble, though curiosity always gets the better of you. Even under tight circumstances, however, you put aside (some of) your fear and figure out what's the best thing to do. You want a better understanding of your world.
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anyway. so, i was having a freaked out night, last night, right? well, i was really freaked out. hah. so i opted to just stay awake. thankfully, anja was around, so staying up all night was a whole lot more fun than i anticipated. good company make things better and all that.
so. one of the things freaking me out was the office door window. i kept thinking something was going to show up in the window. just your standard scaredy-cat thing. but.
5 a.m. .. i get a funny feeling.. glance at the window.. AND THERE'S A FACE STARING IN AT ME! no, i'm not kidding. i opted for the deer in headlight's look as opposed to the screaming thing. then i realized it was one of the professor's on this floor and opened the door.
dude. heh. apparently, he had spent 10 p.m. thrugh 5 a.m. in his office, playing baldur's gate on the computer. heh. and you people thought i was lame. anyway. so. heh. there you go. we chit-chatted a bit and then off he went. there's something weird about having that night's worst fear come true. heh.
around 7 something a.m., i decided to try and call my mother again. and voila; she had just returned home. it turned out she had spent new year's eve at my aunt's house. apparently, my aunt hasn't been feeling well the past few days, so mom spent the night and then they drove my aunt to the hospital for a check-up, and dropped my mother off. :( here's hoping it's just a weird, persistant case of indigestion.
other than that, all was well. apparently they've got 3 feet of snow and -4 farenheit. since it is getting cold here as well, though nowhere near -4, i asked my mother to please try once more to find my pale gray knitted shawl and mail me, or i would have to spend money on some cheap, ugly thing to keep me warm.
again she claimed to have no knowledge of where on earth it could be. it puzzled me, since i was certain i had left it in my closet, but whatever. then i asked her to please try and mail me my prom dress. i lied and said i wanted it for a masquerade, when really i just want to use it as a neat skirt. she agreed, but with a wobbly voice, and then said:
"you know, your aunt and cousin said they have bought you some great clothes and will send them to you.. maybe you could wear those to that masquerade?"
and that's when i knew she had been lying. she simply don't want to mail me the shawl or the dress because she disagrees with me wearing them. well pah! caught her. "you know where the shawl is, don't you! that is so mean!" .. she caved in, laughing, and admitted that she does, she just wanted to make me go buy something else.
pfeh. anyway. why am i typing this? i don't know. i'm eating raisins. i've decided to withdraw from a friendship that had a seemingly good start.. i guess that's sad. shrug. i don't like to feel like a mere amusement, and it's starting to have that twang, so, um, yeah. there you go.
"there's a time to keep it up
a time to keep it in
the indian is told
the cowboy is his friend"
--juarez, tori amos.
(i did sleep btw, 9 a.m. through 3 p.m., so.. there you go. )chin-chilla. �� 3:34 p.m.
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heh! it's past 6 p.m. and i've just been on the phone with angela for over two hours. my arm is all stiff from holding up the receiver. she was telling me about the RPG she's writing, and where her characters are going. it's so funny--it's not really a game, it's more like a story she taps into every now and then, and when she does, she'll call me up, or i'll sit down on the floor by her computer, and she'll begin to read it to me, and play music that goes with the story, and it's just.. so very cool. it's my favorite story to listen to, lately.
in sillier news, me and friends have been doing the "six degrees of separation" thing with ourselves and celebrities. did you know that at one time (mid 90s), i was one degree away from johnny depp? or leonardo dicaprio? and that there's a vague possibility that in 1997, i was zero degrees away from adam sandler?
and through friends (hrm), i'm two steps away from neil gaiman, the matrix directors.. etc.. but whatever. anyways.
food. cin cin. �� 6:15 p.m.
