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Jun. 5th, 2003 10:26 amToday I am wearing an outfit that either looks nice or is quite hideous. It is very red, that's for sure, and since red is my favorite color, I'm happy. But I worry that my red top doesn't match my red skirt. Also, am wearing a V-neck shirt, and since I have the fashion daring of a middle-aged nun, I fear I look ho-ish. I do have a black tank toppy thing underneath. And I have to touch up my toenails.
But my skirt is long and flowy and cool! And v. comfy. And multiple people have told me it looks nice! I kind of worry, though, if it's one of those things where you see someone wearing something truly horrifying and find yourself gaping at it open-mouthed, and then when they notice you staring you have to come up with something to say, and since "Wow, I didn't know you were colorblind!" isn't really in line with office etiquette, you're stuck with the old False Compliment.
In other news: GH is kind of a train wreck lately. Naturally, I cannot look away, largely because I totally love the teen scene. Dylan + Georgie 4EVA! Though he's too good for her, what with Georgie being all obsessed with HER COUSIN and all. I have discovered that I can even sit through the creepy scenes of Ric fondling the nursery mobile in the panic room as long as he does so shirtless, as he did yesterday. Yes, I am Just That Shallow.
And that concludes the soap opera portion of this journal entry.
In other news: I continue to be largely removed from politics, my only real involvement coming through Daily Show viewings and daily salon.com checking (I mostly do the former for the funny and the latter for the movie reviews, so really, the I only come by world news completely accidentally). There was a brief period, a couple of months ago, where I went to a Dean meetup and tried to get involved but (and this is a source of some intense self-loathing lately) due to two extremely awkward dates with a fellow Dean devotee, I have found myself completely unable to return to the liberal Democratic fold.
How terrible is that?? I mean, I thought I had ideals! I always kind of thought that when the chips were down, I'd be principled! And tough! And would fight for what I believed in, in the face of troubles and tyranny and all that stuff, but apparently all it takes to push me off of my political high horse is to ask me out on a date, spend twenty minutes talking to me about your joint problems, make a few unwanted advances, and cap it all off by trying to ask me out again.
And really, I couldn't believe that part of the whole deal. I practically broke the sound barrier shooting out of his car at the end of Date No. 2! And come on, I thought for sure that my whole saying that I couldn't stay out any later because it was late (9:30PM!) and I had to go to mass the next morning (!!) would give him a clue, but apparently not. He called me again and left a message asking me to go see some live music with him and I totally never returned his call. I am so evil!
Anyway. Maybe my awkwarness will wear off and I will rediscover my political convictions soon. Here's hoping!
But my skirt is long and flowy and cool! And v. comfy. And multiple people have told me it looks nice! I kind of worry, though, if it's one of those things where you see someone wearing something truly horrifying and find yourself gaping at it open-mouthed, and then when they notice you staring you have to come up with something to say, and since "Wow, I didn't know you were colorblind!" isn't really in line with office etiquette, you're stuck with the old False Compliment.
In other news: GH is kind of a train wreck lately. Naturally, I cannot look away, largely because I totally love the teen scene. Dylan + Georgie 4EVA! Though he's too good for her, what with Georgie being all obsessed with HER COUSIN and all. I have discovered that I can even sit through the creepy scenes of Ric fondling the nursery mobile in the panic room as long as he does so shirtless, as he did yesterday. Yes, I am Just That Shallow.
And that concludes the soap opera portion of this journal entry.
In other news: I continue to be largely removed from politics, my only real involvement coming through Daily Show viewings and daily salon.com checking (I mostly do the former for the funny and the latter for the movie reviews, so really, the I only come by world news completely accidentally). There was a brief period, a couple of months ago, where I went to a Dean meetup and tried to get involved but (and this is a source of some intense self-loathing lately) due to two extremely awkward dates with a fellow Dean devotee, I have found myself completely unable to return to the liberal Democratic fold.
How terrible is that?? I mean, I thought I had ideals! I always kind of thought that when the chips were down, I'd be principled! And tough! And would fight for what I believed in, in the face of troubles and tyranny and all that stuff, but apparently all it takes to push me off of my political high horse is to ask me out on a date, spend twenty minutes talking to me about your joint problems, make a few unwanted advances, and cap it all off by trying to ask me out again.
And really, I couldn't believe that part of the whole deal. I practically broke the sound barrier shooting out of his car at the end of Date No. 2! And come on, I thought for sure that my whole saying that I couldn't stay out any later because it was late (9:30PM!) and I had to go to mass the next morning (!!) would give him a clue, but apparently not. He called me again and left a message asking me to go see some live music with him and I totally never returned his call. I am so evil!
Anyway. Maybe my awkwarness will wear off and I will rediscover my political convictions soon. Here's hoping!
