'cause it takes me so long just to figure out what I'm gonna wear

Which is, by the way:

• black linen flats
• black wide-legged trousers (I'm still astounded that I could find a pair that don't make me look like an 8 year old in her mom's pjs, and for $40, no less)
• thin red long-sleeved t
• white short-sleeved button-down shirt

I was in a layer-y mood this morning.
Lara called me yesterday to tell me that there really are ligers. And tigons. And then she said, "I'm sure your library has books on ligers." To the internet!
It feels like there's been a lot going on lately in Jessy-land. First of all, they finally got to processing the new YA books, so I've been sitting at the desk reading great new things. Like Ranma 1/2, which I was always curious about, but hadn't gotten around to reading until last night, when the Oscars just got too damn boring and my eyes started going too wonky for my teeny stitching.
We had an Oscars party here at the library, which no one attended but the 2 hosting librarians and our Queen o' Community Relations. Probably more fun that way, since I don't think I want our patrons knowing yet how judgmental I can be, particularly about people I never ever have to worry about it getting back to. Speaking of, Hilary Swank? That lipgloss was a mistake, sweetie, much like most of your career choices. And, unless you were refering to the trailer that was your dressing room on the set of 90210, please shut up. You are not a Hollywood newcomer.
Marissa and I also got dressed up, which was so very fun.
In, general, this was the way-too-library-involved weekend. There was trivia Saturday night (we kicked ass, of course--who's more full of random useless info than librarians, except maybe my family?), Oscars pretty much all day Sunday, and Friday afternoon/early evening was the librarian shopping spree.
Some highlights of the librarian shopping spree:

1. I heart party supply stores. PaperMart, how I miss thee.
2. Donuts (the car kind) in the movie theater parking lot.
3. The competence of the kid at the Wal-Mart checkout. Totally made up for the killjoy cutting fabric.
4. Our camo cart, full to the brim with randomness and topped with leafy plastic greenness.
5. Buying almost every basket in the dollar store. Twice.
6. Answering the phone with, "Hi, I'm at Wal-Mart buying fabric for work."
7. When my phone rang and I was asked by my coworker, "Is that your boyfriend?"
8. Although I should have answered with, No, it's yours.
9. And then it was the boy, who, although not technically the boyfriend, is certainly the closest thing I've got right now.
10. This is a test, to see if he's reading this stupid thing.
11. Maturity! If I had more, would stupid shit be as fun?

In general, isn't that whole thing weird? When does someone become the boy- or girlfriend? It's so strangely nebulous, and full of weird euphemisms, all of which seem to be this tiny little step on some sort of relationship ladder. I know it's not just me that's this confused by boy-girl things, but I still can't help but wish I had more of a backlog of experience to draw from.