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I realise that I should probably make these entries more manageable [as in small]. Maybe then people would be encouraged to read them. [shrug]
I also realise that I haven’t journaled since April. Sorry about that. I’m sure you were falling to shreds in my absence.
Could this get any weirder?
I’ll begin with the first part of this: shopping. So today, I innocently walk into Dress Barn to kill some time. That’s right, so-accused tomboy me entered a shop that sells clothing without much going on between the legs. /For/ people with not much going on between the legs. [Just saying.] Now, I’ll concede that I am not a girly person. In fact, I rather dislike dresses. But Dress Barn had some nice ones, and not all of them were insanely expensive. I was circling the racks in the store, desperately exposing the neckline of each garment or checking the tag in a vain attempt to find one in my size. After scouring the entire store and utterly failing at locating anything below a size four, I decided to approach the jewelry displays and look at more things I knew I wouldn’t buy. An employee, standing behind a nearby counter, asked me whether there was anything she could do for me. I initially implied that the answer was no, and casually mentioned that I was looking for something in my size.
Well-meaning employee: What do you wear?
Me: A size two, usually.
Well-meaning employee: Oh, we only carry size four and up, and not everything starts at a size four.
Me: I see that.
I guess I was hoping they’d be holding out some size zeroes in the back just for me, or something. But no such suerte. Not even an apology that neither my wallet nor my body could accommodate anything in the store. I know, I know. That place sold jackets for eighty dollars. They didn't need my patronage. Shoot, they didn't even need to /pretend/ that they did.
I had the same problem at Stein Mart, not that I was intentionally looking for dresses, and had completely given up by the time I reached Ross.
It’s not that big of a deal, though. I mean, I’m really not complaining. I’d rather be too small to fit anything and naked than…well, some kind of opposite.
Ah, there’s nothing like staying up until three in the morning every day the week before a convention watching Star Trek: Voyager while sewing my cosplay and writing fanfiction. I’ll be heading off this weekend as Kyo from Fruits Basket and a Vulpix. That’s right. The Pokémon. [shameless plug?] More on that later. As in after the con.
I was really saddened by the news that John and Kate [indeed, from John and Kate Plus Eight] were getting a divorce. Not because I am a diehard fan of the show or anything—on the contrary, I haven’t seen a single episode. It’s just that earlier this year, my own husband and I were jokingly slated for a similar show. [By the members of our section, so yes I'm aware that doesn't count. Why do you need to do so much meddling in my inside jokes, anyway?] I don’t know how I’m supposed to produce twelve kids, but that’ll be determined later. Or fixed with movie magic. [Nerdfighter, anyone? <3] So keep your eye on the big screen for Cheaper by the Dozen 3. I’m dead serious.
Ha. Am I ever?
My worries for our relationship have nothing to do with this, however. Which reminds me. When I come back, my journal entries will probably be in Spanish. I don’t know when that will stop. I leave on the twenty-seventh and return on the nineteenth, by the way. Just in case you were wondering why I wasn’t replying to your message. No, it’s probably because I’m just slow. Honestly, though. I will have no access to technology or English of any kind. Sorry. Adios until the nineteenth of July.
lawl, so earlier my friend Kim texted me while I was watching Star Trek: Voyager, as I mentioned I was doing. Now, as I’m almost certain you’re not familiar with it, I’ll tell you that the series has an adorably awkward Asian character in it that I love. And his name is Harry Kim. The particular episode that I was watching had me kind of jealous, because he was claiming that he was in love with this holodeck character. In any case, when I flipped open my phone and read the name ‘Kim’ on the screen, my heart jumped into my esophagus for half a second because, being the fangirl that I am, I thought that Harry had texted me. Which was clearly not the case, or I wouldn’t be here. I’d be in Sickbay, getting treated for a variety of shock with some nonsensical prefix. [Star Trek medical jokes, anyone? No? Okay. They’re going to be here anyway.]
No, but what’s more important is what my friend was texting me about. As if it wasn’t disappointing enough that she wasn’t an adorably awkward Starfleet Ensign stuck in the Delta Quadrant, she had written me about North Korea and how they had threatened to shoot all kinds of missiles at the United States. Now, I won’t make any comments about the supposed location of this sick Fourth of July display being the west coast and Hawaii. Instead, I’ll ask the world what the hxll it’s thinking. I mean, the leaders of North Korea are so fxcked up, they have me quasi-swearing. Why is everything so effing messed up? I’ve been working too bloody hard to have my life snuffed out by nuclear radiation. Too bloody hard, do you hear me? It’s ridiculous. Someone get the UN over there or something. Now that I know what it is. [cough]ThanksabunchWHII.[cough]
In lighter news, at least for me, Robert Pattinson got hit by a taxi. Now, is it bad that the first thing that went through my head when I heard this was ‘YES’? 8D Probably. But oh well. Screw that vampfreak fandom. It never flipping ends.
Finally, I wanted to mention that I wish teachers’ final words had more power. When I went in to ask for my exam scores, all of them were like, ‘Have a great summer, Maddie.’ ‘Enjoy your summer, Maddie.’ And of course, I had to smile, and tell them to do the same. That part was genuine. I didn’t hate any of my teachers, this semester/year. But the annoying, and yet not at all surprising thing is that my summer has been anything but great. And it won’t be until that countdown down there is over. So here’s counting~
I hope your summers are better than mine.
~Maddie
Short-term countdown: seven days.
Long-term countdown [if you could call it that]: thirty-one days.
 iMaddie · Fri Jun 19, 2009 @ 06:35am · 0 Comments |
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