you are everybody

mood: mellow
music: rent in my head
CPCetc: my mouth tastes like glue

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As impersonable as it is, NYU has really hott stationary. ::lusts::

In other news, I cannot find my hat. You know the black one that has the fallic symbol on it that I bought for an exorbatant amount in New York? Yeah. I can't find it. It's making me terribly depressed because it was cold today and I had nothing to keep my ears warm. Of course, I haven't actually gone looking for it, but I'm worrying in advance.

Gah. Someone came up with the cooky idea of wearing homecoming/prom dresses for Jazz night and I was being a silly hobbit and mentioned my lack-of-formal-dresses-or-any-dresses-at-all-for-that-matter problem to meine Mutter. Now it's a "thing". We have to make it, of course, because that's what my mother does. Apparently, since it doesn't involve "slow dancing" with some "boy", it does not qualify for purchasing status, despite the fact that it would most assuredly be less of a hassle to just give up and buy the damn thing. But no. My mother must have a part in my life, especially when it comes to me bouncing around and singing upbeat musical numbers. And I'm being absolutely no help because I have a clear-cut portrait of what I'd like to wear and, seeing as I have the artistic talent of a badly trained dolphin, I am completely unable to give a useful demonstration of it to my poor mother. Le sigh. Maybe I could borrow something from someone. ::ponders::

I'm going to pretend I'm studying, thus putting off meine Chemi Hausaufgaben even longer. Cheers!