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Oct. 27th, 2002 03:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeUpdates. Hmmm. Updates. I haven't done this in a few days.
Friday: Halloween party at The Priest They Called Him's house. I, being the great procrastinator I am, had no costume prepared. At first I had the idea that I was going to dress as Lydia from Beetlejuice. With a big hat and black lace draped around it. But, I was starting to wonder what would be the difference from how I already look (other than the hat). Nevertheless, that evening I started to get dressed with the clothes I had picked out for the outfit. Only to become very unhappy about how I looked. Nothing seemed to fit or look right. So, those clothes were thrown onto the floor. Out of the closet I pulled the dark red velvet dress my mother had bought for Christmas so long ago. I've only worn it once before. Very Victorian-ish looking. So, I decided to wear that. After doing my makeup (black and smudged eyes, dark red lipstick), I figured I would pull my hair up into kind of pigtails with these huge black roses that I have, then I would have it sausage curled. Et Voila! I was going to be the girl from In the Shadow of the Vampire, the morphine addict. Too bad my hair decided to stage a protest about this decision. The right side didn't curl quite as well as we wanted and the left side curled EXACTLY how we wanted. Grr. I made do.
The Engineer showed up and we started to kit him out in his costume, which is my costume from last year (the prom queen). Many giggling fits ensued. He really is a very ugly woman. But, it gave me much joy to see and hear my mother laughing so much.
The party went well, despite some very big annoyances from other people there. One of which was a specific girl repeating over and over, "This is from my normal wardrobe. I would wear this any day, not just for costumes."
Uh-huh. Okay, toots. There's only room for one goth in this group. And the position has already been filled. ;)
Saturday: was Ghoulie's wedding. The wee Ninja was coming to pick me up at 12:30, though the wedding itself was at 3. I dressed vaguely similar to what I wore for the party, just not as heavy on the makeup. Wearing the red dress was a show of solidarity with Ghoulie for me, since she wasn't wearing black for once. I also told her this, after the ceremony, and she almost started to cry.
Everything seemed to go rather well, especially since the dickhead who had been invited (and who I did not like to very extreme degrees) never showed up. Hah! Ninja's brother got very very drunk. As did Blackjack, who seemed to be on a girl hunt.
"Where's all the weepy single broads?"
We took many, many photos. Some are slated to go up on the Art Conspiracy's section for members caught on film (there were many members at the wedding). One of the best points of my evening was getting to see the Commander, who I haven't seen in /quite/ some time. We had long hugs and giggling and our little inside jokes that no one else understands. I had missed him greatly.
At the end, my feet hurt from my granny boots. Ninja's feet hurt from her heels. We took them off and walked back to her car with Blackjack and her brother. Through Philly, nonetheless. Managing to miss all the mystery puddles was a sign that I was pleased with.
I came home, got changed into my angry little bat pajama pants and a tank top. Scraped my hair back from my face and vegged on the couch. I also fell asleep on the couch, and woke up at six in the morning disoriented and groggy. Putting myself in my actual bed was a feat of great strength, especially considering I would have to be up in an hour to give the cat his morning insulin shot.
After doing that, I went back to bed and pulled the blanket over my face. A warm dark cave. This is how I want all my days to be. Just sleep and dream.
Being woken up by the smell of my mother making chili, however, is also quite nice.
Friday: Halloween party at The Priest They Called Him's house. I, being the great procrastinator I am, had no costume prepared. At first I had the idea that I was going to dress as Lydia from Beetlejuice. With a big hat and black lace draped around it. But, I was starting to wonder what would be the difference from how I already look (other than the hat). Nevertheless, that evening I started to get dressed with the clothes I had picked out for the outfit. Only to become very unhappy about how I looked. Nothing seemed to fit or look right. So, those clothes were thrown onto the floor. Out of the closet I pulled the dark red velvet dress my mother had bought for Christmas so long ago. I've only worn it once before. Very Victorian-ish looking. So, I decided to wear that. After doing my makeup (black and smudged eyes, dark red lipstick), I figured I would pull my hair up into kind of pigtails with these huge black roses that I have, then I would have it sausage curled. Et Voila! I was going to be the girl from In the Shadow of the Vampire, the morphine addict. Too bad my hair decided to stage a protest about this decision. The right side didn't curl quite as well as we wanted and the left side curled EXACTLY how we wanted. Grr. I made do.
The Engineer showed up and we started to kit him out in his costume, which is my costume from last year (the prom queen). Many giggling fits ensued. He really is a very ugly woman. But, it gave me much joy to see and hear my mother laughing so much.
The party went well, despite some very big annoyances from other people there. One of which was a specific girl repeating over and over, "This is from my normal wardrobe. I would wear this any day, not just for costumes."
Uh-huh. Okay, toots. There's only room for one goth in this group. And the position has already been filled. ;)
Saturday: was Ghoulie's wedding. The wee Ninja was coming to pick me up at 12:30, though the wedding itself was at 3. I dressed vaguely similar to what I wore for the party, just not as heavy on the makeup. Wearing the red dress was a show of solidarity with Ghoulie for me, since she wasn't wearing black for once. I also told her this, after the ceremony, and she almost started to cry.
Everything seemed to go rather well, especially since the dickhead who had been invited (and who I did not like to very extreme degrees) never showed up. Hah! Ninja's brother got very very drunk. As did Blackjack, who seemed to be on a girl hunt.
"Where's all the weepy single broads?"
We took many, many photos. Some are slated to go up on the Art Conspiracy's section for members caught on film (there were many members at the wedding). One of the best points of my evening was getting to see the Commander, who I haven't seen in /quite/ some time. We had long hugs and giggling and our little inside jokes that no one else understands. I had missed him greatly.
At the end, my feet hurt from my granny boots. Ninja's feet hurt from her heels. We took them off and walked back to her car with Blackjack and her brother. Through Philly, nonetheless. Managing to miss all the mystery puddles was a sign that I was pleased with.
I came home, got changed into my angry little bat pajama pants and a tank top. Scraped my hair back from my face and vegged on the couch. I also fell asleep on the couch, and woke up at six in the morning disoriented and groggy. Putting myself in my actual bed was a feat of great strength, especially considering I would have to be up in an hour to give the cat his morning insulin shot.
After doing that, I went back to bed and pulled the blanket over my face. A warm dark cave. This is how I want all my days to be. Just sleep and dream.
Being woken up by the smell of my mother making chili, however, is also quite nice.
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Date: 2002-10-27 02:58 pm (UTC)