I never think of my thrift karma as being particularly exceptional, but I guess it kind of is. Especially when it comes to hoodies.
I got my basic black hoodie in high school, after school one day. It was way cold when I started walking home, so I decided to take a thrift store (Red White and Blue) detour. I thought it would be nice to find a black hoodie, since I had kind of been wanting one. And I did!*
Last year, Tiff came to visit me and we decided to go thrifting. As we were talking about clothes--and I should explain that I sometimes get these fashion flashes, like I want a denim skirt! or My next pair of shoes should be green.--I decide that I want a boys hoodie. It would be very fitted, and the sleeves would be around elbow length. In my head, it was super-cute. And either navy or red. Then we went to Goodwill and I found a super-cute navy boys hoodie. With red lining in the hood.
So Saturday, me and Tiff are at the Friday's by a large Salvation Army. My slightly quilted black Gap hoodie is starting to get holes, and I was picking at them and complaining.** Then we hit the thrift and there was an almost brand-new quilted Gap hoodie for about $3 and hot pink.
It's the exact same pink as my long skinny scarf, though, so now I need some Lamb's Pride Worsted in black to make a long skinny black scarf to wear with it. Or maybe grey...yeah, grey would be very cute.
*Random Best Thing Ever Found In That Thrift: Keren got a pair of black chucks with the Batman logo all over them. Sweet.
**I love this hoodie. I'm actually wearing it as I type this. It smells a bit smoky, but it's very comfortable. And I have 2 tack pins in the pocket: a pink "a" and a smiley apple.
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Monday, February 12, 2007
Friday, December 15, 2006
Colin did not laugh. Instead, he thought, Tampons have strings? Why?*
A couple products have been pissing me off as of late.
We all know I love my big black eyeshadow circles, right? I use Cargo eye shadow (black isn't on the link, though). One of the reasons I went with Cargo was because of how big and deep the little dish-thing looked.
Well, it isn't. There's a steadily growing silver spot at the bottom of my eyeshadow, and I'm pissed off.
Plus, I was on the phone with my mom when I discovered this and got subsequently riled up, and there was a long explanation involved.
See, you have to understand, too: I looked FOREVER for a black matte eyeshadow. Not dark grey, but black. I used to have the perfect one (also Cargo), but it cracked in several pieces and then everytime I used it I was also playing CSI: Jessy's Apartment and collecting fingerprints from every damn surface.**
***
A box of 40 regular absorbency o.b. tampons is $7-fucking-.50 at the Walgreens near my apartment. Luckily, they were running a buy-one-get-one sale, or I would have been really mad. And I've been watching a lot of Deadwood lately, so that's kind of a scary thought.
I noticed that the box was talking up some sort of new and improved grooves along the outside of each tampon that are supposedly going to absorb more, but I didn't think on it too much because that's about when I passed the Reese's Peanut Butter Cup Christmas Trees*** and had to buy one.
Yeah, those grooves? Not real absorbent. More like imcompetent. They're like little slides for the icky and the goo. It's like a water park of unabsorbency, and I keep picturing Napoleon at the water slides.
Where's my Ziggy Piggy, o.b.? Where!?
(Incidentally, you can tell I've got a crush that's getting a bit out of hand because even during the 2-boxes-of-applicatorless-tampons-and-a-Reese-Christmas-Tree Walgreen's trip, I was wondering if I'd run into him.) (And I'm listening to Belle and Sebastian cover "Don't Fear the Reaper" right now. It's pretty damn sweet.)
*Green, John. An Abundance of Katherines, 2006. My MLA/AACR bastard citation style is unstoppable. Dude, just read the damn book. I'm auditioning for a Hassan, incidentally. Except I think the ruckus I caused earlier tonight at Applebees puts me in the running for Tiff's Hassan. You know, after she comes back from her Grease reality show callbacks.
**The theme song to CSI: Jessy's Apartment is "Boris the Spider".
***Not as good as the eggs, but better than the pumpkins.
We all know I love my big black eyeshadow circles, right? I use Cargo eye shadow (black isn't on the link, though). One of the reasons I went with Cargo was because of how big and deep the little dish-thing looked.
Well, it isn't. There's a steadily growing silver spot at the bottom of my eyeshadow, and I'm pissed off.
Plus, I was on the phone with my mom when I discovered this and got subsequently riled up, and there was a long explanation involved.
See, you have to understand, too: I looked FOREVER for a black matte eyeshadow. Not dark grey, but black. I used to have the perfect one (also Cargo), but it cracked in several pieces and then everytime I used it I was also playing CSI: Jessy's Apartment and collecting fingerprints from every damn surface.**
***
A box of 40 regular absorbency o.b. tampons is $7-fucking-.50 at the Walgreens near my apartment. Luckily, they were running a buy-one-get-one sale, or I would have been really mad. And I've been watching a lot of Deadwood lately, so that's kind of a scary thought.
I noticed that the box was talking up some sort of new and improved grooves along the outside of each tampon that are supposedly going to absorb more, but I didn't think on it too much because that's about when I passed the Reese's Peanut Butter Cup Christmas Trees*** and had to buy one.
Yeah, those grooves? Not real absorbent. More like imcompetent. They're like little slides for the icky and the goo. It's like a water park of unabsorbency, and I keep picturing Napoleon at the water slides.
Where's my Ziggy Piggy, o.b.? Where!?
(Incidentally, you can tell I've got a crush that's getting a bit out of hand because even during the 2-boxes-of-applicatorless-tampons-and-a-Reese-Christmas-Tree Walgreen's trip, I was wondering if I'd run into him.) (And I'm listening to Belle and Sebastian cover "Don't Fear the Reaper" right now. It's pretty damn sweet.)
*Green, John. An Abundance of Katherines, 2006. My MLA/AACR bastard citation style is unstoppable. Dude, just read the damn book. I'm auditioning for a Hassan, incidentally. Except I think the ruckus I caused earlier tonight at Applebees puts me in the running for Tiff's Hassan. You know, after she comes back from her Grease reality show callbacks.
**The theme song to CSI: Jessy's Apartment is "Boris the Spider".
***Not as good as the eggs, but better than the pumpkins.
Friday, November 17, 2006
Hey, Poindexter, he looks like you.
I know they look crooked here, but what do we think about these frames on me?
And how cute did that haircut look back in its early days? Wish it had aged as well...
I've been getting really bored of my current frames (see Fig A). Plus, they're bent all up.
It's occured to me lately, though, that maybe I'm not bored of these frames. Maybe I just got bored of being told how "unique" they are by stupid local boys trying to simultaneously sound cool and gentlemanly.
Man, I'm moody right now. What's up with that? heh.
Figure A
(the more I see this picture, the more I like how ridiculous I look in it. Why can't I take a picture with my eyes open and looking sober?)
ETA: So, I managed to change the time when I actually finished and posted this (as opposed to when I began and saved it as a draft), but apparently forgot to change the date. Personally, I blame Nashville. Heh.
And how cute did that haircut look back in its early days? Wish it had aged as well...
I've been getting really bored of my current frames (see Fig A). Plus, they're bent all up.
It's occured to me lately, though, that maybe I'm not bored of these frames. Maybe I just got bored of being told how "unique" they are by stupid local boys trying to simultaneously sound cool and gentlemanly.
Man, I'm moody right now. What's up with that? heh.
Figure A
(the more I see this picture, the more I like how ridiculous I look in it. Why can't I take a picture with my eyes open and looking sober?)
ETA: So, I managed to change the time when I actually finished and posted this (as opposed to when I began and saved it as a draft), but apparently forgot to change the date. Personally, I blame Nashville. Heh.
Monday, November 13, 2006
And she looks like Blossom!
(Other post titles considered: "What's your favorite color? Badd." and a Gin Blossoms quote I can't recall right now.)
Also, an apology for those of you who read this that I also talk to on a somewhat regular basis. I've complained about this before; I tend to repeat myself, especially when fashion is involved. I included the potential titles because I think the fact that I heard both "I Wanna Sex You Up" and "Hey Jealousy" this morning on the radio is pertinent to my whole point. Plus, it's funny. Especially when you remember that my car was a rental car before becoming my Junior and, as such, is set up for satellite radio. This means some stations give me information about what song is playing.* This always seems totally futuristic and luxurious to me, because I am a moron and a dork. But not nearly as dorky as "I Wanna Sex You Up...Color Me Badd" looked scrolling across my car stereo earlier today. When I got to work, I stomped into Marissa's office and asked her what year it was.
I bring all this up because of leggings. Look, I like them, too. I like hippie Johnny--unh, leggings. It's just that, when I liked them the first time, when I actually wore them, I was in junior high. And part of growing out of junior high and creating your own style is acknowledging how craptastic and ricockulous your style choices were. Seriously--now matter how old you are, take a sec to think back to how you dressed at 11-13. You were probably obsessed with looking like the cool girls and/or boys, right? No matter how ridiculous those leather-fronted jeans looked on you, right? See, I'm assuming that, if you're reading PoBaL here, you were a goober in junior high, too. It's okay. We all were. No one's got their shit together 6-8 grade. It's sort of the point.
So why are all these girls who are my age going back to fashions that were popular when we were all at our most gawky? It's just weird, and I won't do it. Although I have been thinking about ratty denim cutoffs and black tights recently...but with what shoes?
And speaking of junior high fashion, I feel the need to tell everyone that I feel like I'm dressed like Claudia Kishi today. I'm wearing that map skirt I made (I still feel like Nina Garcia's going to jump out of a bush and lambast me for construction issues and taste levels every damn time I wear this), black tights, my new open-toe, kelly green** wedge-y flats, a black vneck sweater (holey, because it's from J Crew and I've worn it more than once), and (here comes the Claudia) a small blue plastic motorcycle as a necklace. Isn't that just dibbly distant and arctic, or whatever the hell Mallory would have called it in Chapter 2?
In other fashion news, Kyrie O'Connor, who normally is one of my least favorite "Wait Wait Don't Tell Me" panelists, when asked "What will President Bush and the Democrats find to agree on?" at the end of the show, said, "They'll all agree that gauchos are not flattering on anyone." Kyrie, I think I love you.
*And yet, my car can't figure out time zone/daylight savings switches on its own, which my phone totally can do. Step up, Junior!
**I'm so excited: I've been after kelly green shoes for 3 years now.
Also, an apology for those of you who read this that I also talk to on a somewhat regular basis. I've complained about this before; I tend to repeat myself, especially when fashion is involved. I included the potential titles because I think the fact that I heard both "I Wanna Sex You Up" and "Hey Jealousy" this morning on the radio is pertinent to my whole point. Plus, it's funny. Especially when you remember that my car was a rental car before becoming my Junior and, as such, is set up for satellite radio. This means some stations give me information about what song is playing.* This always seems totally futuristic and luxurious to me, because I am a moron and a dork. But not nearly as dorky as "I Wanna Sex You Up...Color Me Badd" looked scrolling across my car stereo earlier today. When I got to work, I stomped into Marissa's office and asked her what year it was.
I bring all this up because of leggings. Look, I like them, too. I like hippie Johnny--unh, leggings. It's just that, when I liked them the first time, when I actually wore them, I was in junior high. And part of growing out of junior high and creating your own style is acknowledging how craptastic and ricockulous your style choices were. Seriously--now matter how old you are, take a sec to think back to how you dressed at 11-13. You were probably obsessed with looking like the cool girls and/or boys, right? No matter how ridiculous those leather-fronted jeans looked on you, right? See, I'm assuming that, if you're reading PoBaL here, you were a goober in junior high, too. It's okay. We all were. No one's got their shit together 6-8 grade. It's sort of the point.
So why are all these girls who are my age going back to fashions that were popular when we were all at our most gawky? It's just weird, and I won't do it. Although I have been thinking about ratty denim cutoffs and black tights recently...but with what shoes?
And speaking of junior high fashion, I feel the need to tell everyone that I feel like I'm dressed like Claudia Kishi today. I'm wearing that map skirt I made (I still feel like Nina Garcia's going to jump out of a bush and lambast me for construction issues and taste levels every damn time I wear this), black tights, my new open-toe, kelly green** wedge-y flats, a black vneck sweater (holey, because it's from J Crew and I've worn it more than once), and (here comes the Claudia) a small blue plastic motorcycle as a necklace. Isn't that just dibbly distant and arctic, or whatever the hell Mallory would have called it in Chapter 2?
In other fashion news, Kyrie O'Connor, who normally is one of my least favorite "Wait Wait Don't Tell Me" panelists, when asked "What will President Bush and the Democrats find to agree on?" at the end of the show, said, "They'll all agree that gauchos are not flattering on anyone." Kyrie, I think I love you.
*And yet, my car can't figure out time zone/daylight savings switches on its own, which my phone totally can do. Step up, Junior!
**I'm so excited: I've been after kelly green shoes for 3 years now.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
And honesty’s the ship that sank this song.
I still associate fall with new clothes. And not just new clothes, but a new look. At a certain point in high school, school clothes for me became less about whether I would have the "right" things and more about what would be fun to wear.
In the late fall, there would be days I would opt to not take a coat, thinking I would walk fast enough to be warm in the morning and the sun would warm things up enough to walk home comfortably. Or, failing that, the walk up my GIANT hill could end in a nice warm cup of tea. Some of those days, however, it would be too cold for even that, and I would take my lunch money over to the thrift store. That's how I got my first vaguely-adult-sized sweatshirt jacket*--I walked out of my school, thought to myself, I'm going to go find a black zip-up hoodie, walked to the thrift store, and found one.
Right now, I have 3 sweatshirt jackets: the black, sort of quilted (it's subtle, I swear) one I got on clearance at the Gap; the boy's navy hoodie I cut the cuffs out of, making it elbow length, that I have a cameo pig pin on; and a light blue one with hearts on the lining I thrifted last year. That last one fits sort of weird, so it's purely functional.
Most falls, I rethink the way I dress. Sometimes it's when I find myself noticing the same types of clothes over and over again. Sometimes it's a reaction to, or a change from what I had been wearing before. Sometimes it's just if I'm feeling contrary.
This fall? This fall is all about the short skirts. And black tights, but every fall I wear skirts is about the black tights for me.
And heels. You know how everyone thinks short girls should avoid the short skirt/heels combo? I'm bringing it back.
I'm also declaring the following color combinations acceptable, because I like the way they look: black/brown, black/navy, and red/pink.
And, as always, lots of scarves. Look for the return of the Target $1 section child's skeleton hand gloves, working in tandem with these in black. I've been working on a chunky short sleeved sweater in bright blue yarn I bought in New Orleans (this is taking awhile because I'm trying to make something up, not just following a pattern). My next project is Teva Durham's Lace Leaf Pullover, in a dark teal (see Fig. A). And I really want to make MagKnits' Sesame in navy and white, with anchor buttons, but I'm having trouble finding the buttons in the right size. Oh, and the Gap has this chunky fair isle cropped cardigan, but I bet I can make a cuter version (ie not cropped, and maybe elbow length, which I'm loving right now over longsleeve shirts) using Stitch'n'Bitch's Fairly Easy Fair Isle as a starting point.
*There's an adorable picture of 3yrold Jessy walking down a Regent Square street in a sweatshirt jacket and cuffed jeans.
Figure A
In the late fall, there would be days I would opt to not take a coat, thinking I would walk fast enough to be warm in the morning and the sun would warm things up enough to walk home comfortably. Or, failing that, the walk up my GIANT hill could end in a nice warm cup of tea. Some of those days, however, it would be too cold for even that, and I would take my lunch money over to the thrift store. That's how I got my first vaguely-adult-sized sweatshirt jacket*--I walked out of my school, thought to myself, I'm going to go find a black zip-up hoodie, walked to the thrift store, and found one.
Right now, I have 3 sweatshirt jackets: the black, sort of quilted (it's subtle, I swear) one I got on clearance at the Gap; the boy's navy hoodie I cut the cuffs out of, making it elbow length, that I have a cameo pig pin on; and a light blue one with hearts on the lining I thrifted last year. That last one fits sort of weird, so it's purely functional.
Most falls, I rethink the way I dress. Sometimes it's when I find myself noticing the same types of clothes over and over again. Sometimes it's a reaction to, or a change from what I had been wearing before. Sometimes it's just if I'm feeling contrary.
This fall? This fall is all about the short skirts. And black tights, but every fall I wear skirts is about the black tights for me.
And heels. You know how everyone thinks short girls should avoid the short skirt/heels combo? I'm bringing it back.
I'm also declaring the following color combinations acceptable, because I like the way they look: black/brown, black/navy, and red/pink.
And, as always, lots of scarves. Look for the return of the Target $1 section child's skeleton hand gloves, working in tandem with these in black. I've been working on a chunky short sleeved sweater in bright blue yarn I bought in New Orleans (this is taking awhile because I'm trying to make something up, not just following a pattern). My next project is Teva Durham's Lace Leaf Pullover, in a dark teal (see Fig. A). And I really want to make MagKnits' Sesame in navy and white, with anchor buttons, but I'm having trouble finding the buttons in the right size. Oh, and the Gap has this chunky fair isle cropped cardigan, but I bet I can make a cuter version (ie not cropped, and maybe elbow length, which I'm loving right now over longsleeve shirts) using Stitch'n'Bitch's Fairly Easy Fair Isle as a starting point.
*There's an adorable picture of 3yrold Jessy walking down a Regent Square street in a sweatshirt jacket and cuffed jeans.
Figure A
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Little help, guys?
This is all made of duct tape. Duck brand duct tape has a scholarship contest for promgoers every year, and it's voting time.
(I work with this girl's big sister. I actually did her makeup in Becca's wedding, which is funny considering I met her immediately before sitting her down and trying not to poke her in the eye with a mascara wand.)
So anyway, go here, choose the "most likely to be a history major" category, and scroll down the page to vote for our couple.
Saturday, February 04, 2006
Turn to the left!
More brilliant Project Runway analyses.
***
I like bitchy beardface--I know! And I loved him pouting in the corner when the guy who was all "oh, just give it Santino" won.
And I totally want that Barbie. But you knew that, right?
I hate Marla, but I think my Barbie had that dress. She's got a son about our age, doesn't she?
Also, I totally would have LOVED a Barbie with Arguey McCryface's bubble skirt.
***
I really love the nerdy girl. As the designers walked out of Toys R Us clutching their "muses", I turned to Melissa and said, "That's probably like the first Barbie that girl's ever had."
***
I hate Kara, too. I want that bitch GONE. I'm so mad she took Andrae's spot in the top 5!
Also, they totally just chose Daniel V's (dude, he was a GYMNAST and you're gaydar didn't go off?) b/c it had flowers. Plus, to quote Melissa, "Michael Kors totally wants to have Daniel V's children."
***
***
I like bitchy beardface--I know! And I loved him pouting in the corner when the guy who was all "oh, just give it Santino" won.
And I totally want that Barbie. But you knew that, right?
I hate Marla, but I think my Barbie had that dress. She's got a son about our age, doesn't she?
Also, I totally would have LOVED a Barbie with Arguey McCryface's bubble skirt.
***
I really love the nerdy girl. As the designers walked out of Toys R Us clutching their "muses", I turned to Melissa and said, "That's probably like the first Barbie that girl's ever had."
***
I hate Kara, too. I want that bitch GONE. I'm so mad she took Andrae's spot in the top 5!
Also, they totally just chose Daniel V's (dude, he was a GYMNAST and you're gaydar didn't go off?) b/c it had flowers. Plus, to quote Melissa, "Michael Kors totally wants to have Daniel V's children."
***
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Thursday's rags when Monday comes around
Before you do anything else, go over to Tim Gunn's blog and read about the episode that just about killed me.
I hate you, Michael Kors, Elle woman, and Kara.
I miss Andrae already. I would totally wear that topiary dress. With my pointy black pumps and my hair all pinned back? SO cute!
See, this is the thing: if you put together a plant-and-flowers challenge, and half of the people left, people that you've chosen, are all about the highly impractical, wearable art, couture-ish angle, and you're all Michael Kors lame ready-to-wear, aren't you at least partly at fault? Can't you kind of be seen as setting them up to fail, at least a little bit?
Take Santino. The judges saw his stuff, selected him, and then were consistently yelling at him for doing the same sort of thing they chose in the preliminary rounds.
Lame.
I do, however, completely heart Tim Gunn. "Andrae, be proud of your fine showing and see you at the Red Lobster!" How can you not be in love?
How I feel with Andrae gone.
Here's some more Andrae.
Don't worry, I won't get this ridiculous everytime someone I like leaves. I just really liked this guy, I think he's really talented, that gutter water dress was amazing, and I can't begin to describe how much I wanted Kara to go home.
***
Billboard Feb 4 2006
I hate you, Michael Kors, Elle woman, and Kara.
I miss Andrae already. I would totally wear that topiary dress. With my pointy black pumps and my hair all pinned back? SO cute!
See, this is the thing: if you put together a plant-and-flowers challenge, and half of the people left, people that you've chosen, are all about the highly impractical, wearable art, couture-ish angle, and you're all Michael Kors lame ready-to-wear, aren't you at least partly at fault? Can't you kind of be seen as setting them up to fail, at least a little bit?
Take Santino. The judges saw his stuff, selected him, and then were consistently yelling at him for doing the same sort of thing they chose in the preliminary rounds.
Lame.
I do, however, completely heart Tim Gunn. "Andrae, be proud of your fine showing and see you at the Red Lobster!" How can you not be in love?
How I feel with Andrae gone.
Here's some more Andrae.
Don't worry, I won't get this ridiculous everytime someone I like leaves. I just really liked this guy, I think he's really talented, that gutter water dress was amazing, and I can't begin to describe how much I wanted Kara to go home.
***
Billboard Feb 4 2006
- cover: "Going for Platinum: Winter Olympics Target Youth Audience With Huge Roster of Music Stars"
- and there are 10 musicians pictured, including Lou Reed & Simon LeBon.
- Who targets a youth audience with Lou Reed?
- By the way, I still hate the Olympics.
- I think I saw this James Blunt guy on something and he was awful, but I don't remember.
- More about Matisyahu, which is just so strange.
- Agh! Waxy Barry Manilow! Huge picture!
- Yay, nightmare-inducing work situations.
- Apparently, Conservative Canadians = Yay! for Music Business.
- Too bad it equals boo for everyone else.
- I'm also annoyed, as usual, by all things Bare Naked Ladies.
- and my stomach hurts. I think there might be something going around.
- At first, I thought it was my poor eating habits.
- Then I had another scary, middle of the night theory, but then I went back to the eating habits.
- Didn't stop me from rocking some Indian food and Project Runway last night, though.
- Wednesday, had another bad fish sandwich.
- I can't be the only person to have seen Eva Longoria's dance club song on SNL a few weeks ago, can I? It was really funny.
- Wow, there's a lot about Canada this issue.
- Cara, have you become an editor for Billboard?
- Chris Cornell is to be the face of John Varvatos' spring 2006 campaign.
- I used to wear his men's cologne.
- Varvatos, not Cornell.
- & I've always hated Soundgarden.
- Here's an entertaining caption: "Flipsyde with Michelle Kwan"
- And there's Lou Reed again.
- Seriously, what's Lou gonna do? Bring in that all-important "We hate everthing, but I guess we hate the Olympics a little less 'cause Lou's involved" hipster vote?
- Oh, now I have to read, er, skim this stupid article just to find out.
- The Donnas are being referred to by their real names now.
- Sellouts.
- Ah-ha! Lou's manager is going to try and turn Olympic performance footage into a Bravo special. It all makes sense now.
- Sometimes I forget that NBC owns Bravo.
- I'm hungry through my slightly queasy stomach.
- Good thing I've got something simple, like saag paneer leftovers, for lunch.
- I'm happy and angry!
- Anthony Kiedis looks like Cameron Crowe in this picture.
- Jewel's got a new album coming out.
- You can all make fun of that on your own, right? You don't need my help.
- Lou gets to be a "rock visionary" on the Backbeat page.
- Under that, we have Gene Simmons (cue noises of disgust) standing veeeery close to the cross-eyed columnist.
- "The three sons of rock legend Ricky Nelson..."
- That's right, Gunnar and Matthew.
- After the rain, indeed.
Monday, August 08, 2005
It's like a father/son picnic over here.
My director and I are wearing the same shirt today. Mine, from the boys' section of Old Navy, has a larger pattern than his, and mine is untucked, the sleeves are rolled up, and I'm wearing no tie, but still: a bit odd.
Am I going to have to call Marissa the next time I want to wear this shirt? "Hey, peek into the office and see what shirt he's wearing, please!"
That is all.
Am I going to have to call Marissa the next time I want to wear this shirt? "Hey, peek into the office and see what shirt he's wearing, please!"
That is all.
Monday, February 28, 2005
'cause it takes me so long just to figure out what I'm gonna wear
Which is, by the way:
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:
- 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:
- I heart party supply stores. PaperMart, how I miss thee.
- Donuts (the car kind) in the movie theater parking lot.
- The competence of the kid at the Wal-Mart checkout. Totally made up for the killjoy cutting fabric.
- Our camo cart, full to the brim with randomness and topped with leafy plastic greenness.
- Buying almost every basket in the dollar store. Twice.
- Answering the phone with, "Hi, I'm at Wal-Mart buying fabric for work."
- When my phone rang and I was asked by my coworker, "Is that your boyfriend?"
- Although I should have answered with, No, it's yours.
- And then it was the boy, who, although not technically the boyfriend, is certainly the closest thing I've got right now.
- This is a test, to see if he's reading this stupid thing.
- 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.
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
I'm cracking up over this, and I'm not sure why.
"That's my exciting day so far. My generous brother Larry bought me a taco from Taco Shack. Surprisingly good tortillas. I find that many Tex-Mex restaurants resort to using disgusting preserved tortillas. What are they thinking!!!"--http://sqwinch.blogspot.com/
Heh. I thought I had already copied it, but Ctrl-V only got me this:1591163366. I'm not so far gone in library nerdiness as to think an ISBN is funny, thanks.
People are going absolutely crazy over what the weather's supposed to do in the next couple days, while I'm driving back to Steel Town, USA. I'd be more worried if the exact same fucking thing hadn't happened before Thanksgiving, when I missed all inclement weather entirely. And the Nuggets box will keep me warm.
***
I'm wearing the exact wrong bra/shirt combination today. I've got a black camisole that masquerades quite well as a trendy, camisole shirt when really it was found at the thrift in the women's sleepwear section. Under that, I've got my black bra with little white dots* which has a habit of peeking out from under things sometimes. I'm really not a ho, I swear.
*How sad is it that I'm trying to figure out how much of my extensive readership knows what this thing looks like? Combination of too many former roommates and not enough modesty, I guess. Or that particular brand of Jessy impatience: I'll save 30 seconds if I don't wait for random friend to leave the room before I change my shirt! Mmmmm, trashy librarian.
"That's my exciting day so far. My generous brother Larry bought me a taco from Taco Shack. Surprisingly good tortillas. I find that many Tex-Mex restaurants resort to using disgusting preserved tortillas. What are they thinking!!!"--http://sqwinch.blogspot.com/
Heh. I thought I had already copied it, but Ctrl-V only got me this:1591163366. I'm not so far gone in library nerdiness as to think an ISBN is funny, thanks.
People are going absolutely crazy over what the weather's supposed to do in the next couple days, while I'm driving back to Steel Town, USA. I'd be more worried if the exact same fucking thing hadn't happened before Thanksgiving, when I missed all inclement weather entirely. And the Nuggets box will keep me warm.
***
I'm wearing the exact wrong bra/shirt combination today. I've got a black camisole that masquerades quite well as a trendy, camisole shirt when really it was found at the thrift in the women's sleepwear section. Under that, I've got my black bra with little white dots* which has a habit of peeking out from under things sometimes. I'm really not a ho, I swear.
*How sad is it that I'm trying to figure out how much of my extensive readership knows what this thing looks like? Combination of too many former roommates and not enough modesty, I guess. Or that particular brand of Jessy impatience: I'll save 30 seconds if I don't wait for random friend to leave the room before I change my shirt! Mmmmm, trashy librarian.
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
The 5 people you meet at the mall.
Or at least, the people I would like to meet at the mall.
- The small breasted, large-shouldered women that the Limited seem to think are their only customers. Really, how can a shirt be tight around my chest and have over an inch of extra room in the collar area?
- Size 4 girls with a smaller waist then me, but larger everything else.
OK, sorry, that's all I've got. But really, why is it that every store I go in, and every different style of pant, shirt, etc. I try fits differently, regardless of the fact that they all have the same letter and/or number on the tag? I really don't think I'm all that strangely shaped or sized.
Also, I'd like for the employees at the
This book is driving me insane:
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