Saturday, February 23, 2002

 

Today was a sucky day. I got yelled at by a teacher who told me I had no grasp of the English language, and no mathematics skills, and should be an education major. Grrrr.

And the day was long. And I was ordered to “look like a girl” so I could go out to dinner with Neil and his best friend from back home… but Brent bailed out until tomorrow (unbeknownst to me). And (still unbeknownst to me), Neil and Chris and Amanda decided to go to the mall in Tupelo, and decided I was coming with them.

I was informed about all of this at 3pm… and we were supposed to leave at 3:30… and I still had to shower and get “girlified.” So we left at 4, with everyone else kind of dragging me along. But by the time we got to the mall, Amanda had put me in an ok mood. We went to American Eagle, Gap, all the prep stores. And nothing fit me. And it was all way expensive.

So I was getting frustrated… but then we went to Express. You have to understand that nothing Express has ever made has fit me… their models are not my body type at all. But, somehow, I found (on the clearance rack no less) the cutest littlest black skirt you have ever seen. I mean… ok, it’s not that short… but it’s shorter than I normally wear. And it looks damn good on me. Even Neil said so (and it takes a lot for Neil to notice something like that). And it makes me happy. And I think Chad will like it *grin*

And then, after dinner, we went to Body Shop… which Neil thought was skanky, but Amanda and I thought was fun. And let me tell you… I bought the awesomest outfit. And a black velvet dress, too. But the outfit is the coolest… Get this: Black leather lace-up skirt. And a black, fluffy, filmy, transparent peasant shirt. I look like a fell out of a Renn Fest. Or a group of high school Goths. Either image is pretty funny. So I have an outfit for Gulf Wars… but I’m not sure where else I can wear it yet.

But I’m wearing my short black skirt tomorrow *grin* I should get some looks. Oh, and make an extremely odd impression on Neil’s friend (I can see it now… “Neil, I have to tell you something. Your friend Dee… she’s a ho.”) Right… anyway. So it’ll be fun. And I’ll look like a girl, which means I’m following orders *grin*

posted by Deedee 12:02 AM