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Leaving for the Beach!!
Apr. 9th, 2009 02:33 pmWahoo!
I just finished a short report on Midieval castles and cathedrals (and managed to shoehorn Elizabeth I and Robert Dudley in even if they weren't quite midieval), and soon I shall leave for therapy, after which- THE BEACH!
Also, the Easter Bunny should be bringing me my season of JLI come Sunday, so that'll be good. Yesterday I shopped for Easter dresses, with interesting results.
There were the typical number of "your father will never let you out of the house in that" choices, all of which I inevitably liked and which inevitably looked nice on me, but which my mom inevitably commanded me to return to the hangers. The one I finally chose is purple and black and white, and twirly. It also has a HAT. I love my HAT. I am writing of the HAT in capital letters because I... I really have no clue why. I just am.
I scare myself when I'm happy.
HAT.
Anyway, I also tried on the Most Definitely Not An Easter Dress. It was short, and black, and fringe covered. I felt like I was looking at a version of myself from a parallel reality. Because of course I was. In that dress, I am fairly sure that if i went to a club or a party with the people at my school, I would be described in their peculiar vernacular as "hotass" and I'd dance and maybe I'd actually get a guy.
But if I went to a party or a club I'd end up in a fetal position with my face to a corner willing all the people to please go away. And the dress was not designed for that.
So I shall wear my twirly Easter dress, and the HAT, and the Bikini Designed Only For Practical Purposes if it's actually warm enough to swim, and I'll sit on the magical little corner of my bed that features wireless.
But hey- we're going to the beach! To Holden, more specifically, which is beautiful and perfect and has egrets and deer and sea turtles. I can eat deviled crab and key lime pie, and sing about how Christ is Risen Today at the little church.
I don't really want to ask for more.
I just finished a short report on Midieval castles and cathedrals (and managed to shoehorn Elizabeth I and Robert Dudley in even if they weren't quite midieval), and soon I shall leave for therapy, after which- THE BEACH!
Also, the Easter Bunny should be bringing me my season of JLI come Sunday, so that'll be good. Yesterday I shopped for Easter dresses, with interesting results.
There were the typical number of "your father will never let you out of the house in that" choices, all of which I inevitably liked and which inevitably looked nice on me, but which my mom inevitably commanded me to return to the hangers. The one I finally chose is purple and black and white, and twirly. It also has a HAT. I love my HAT. I am writing of the HAT in capital letters because I... I really have no clue why. I just am.
I scare myself when I'm happy.
HAT.
Anyway, I also tried on the Most Definitely Not An Easter Dress. It was short, and black, and fringe covered. I felt like I was looking at a version of myself from a parallel reality. Because of course I was. In that dress, I am fairly sure that if i went to a club or a party with the people at my school, I would be described in their peculiar vernacular as "hotass" and I'd dance and maybe I'd actually get a guy.
But if I went to a party or a club I'd end up in a fetal position with my face to a corner willing all the people to please go away. And the dress was not designed for that.
So I shall wear my twirly Easter dress, and the HAT, and the Bikini Designed Only For Practical Purposes if it's actually warm enough to swim, and I'll sit on the magical little corner of my bed that features wireless.
But hey- we're going to the beach! To Holden, more specifically, which is beautiful and perfect and has egrets and deer and sea turtles. I can eat deviled crab and key lime pie, and sing about how Christ is Risen Today at the little church.
I don't really want to ask for more.
