I wish I could figure out how to access my own blog from my own house. But whatevz, I'll be back at school in a little over a week.
So I've been helping my friends live out their middle class rebellion fantasies by going to South Street two days in a row. Once at 10 in the morning, because I guess sometimes people forget it's winter break. Which is a time in your life to sleep past noon.
It's been fun. Esp. when the train conductor doesn't collect your ticket and you feel like you're cheating the system. And when you're walking through the city and you talk to four street sweepers, including one who says, "All she needs is a red carpet." [I guess because I was walking like I was the shit? I do that sometimes. It's my confident, don't-mess-with-me city!walk. That, or he was colorblind and was making a comment about how I should dye my pubes. 'cause I don't. Kiki.]
Oh, the attention my hair gets. Like the guy who yelled "PINK!" out of a pick-up truck, pumping his first in the air. And the random black kid who's like, "Hey, see my friend there? He likes your hair."
And then there's the joys of capitalism. Bought a forever 21 blazer at an old lady consignment shop. And legwarmers at an overpriced thrift shop. And autobiography of a blue-eyed devil from, embarrassingly, Tower. But I couldn't find it in the little indie book store, and B&N didn't have it to buy with my xmas gift card.
Also bought Kaje a little black Hello Kitty purse that says, mysteriously, "My weight is the same as three apples." With three little apples. And some cheap earrings. Although not as cheap as the sign said they were. Sometimes little asian ladies trick me.
Talking of Kaje, we bonded over only the best episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer evar. Spike, you are my one true love. And after South Street with the roomie and sidekick [who is basically 10x cooler than the roomie], we watched Beauty & the Beast and Aladdin. Who knew we missed so much as children? "Combination hookah and coffee maker. . . also makes Julienne fries."
And met the roomie's narztown friends & slept over her house. It was pretty much just like college. Except I have my own bed at MIT.
And tomorrow is twenty-oh-six. oh-em-gee!
[who is basically 10x cooler than the roomie]
I resent that^.
Bitch,
Lauren (And by that I mean you're the bitch)
i have pink pubes but it was from a freak accident at a toxic waste dump
incidentally my urine can burn holes through titanium and is great for cleaning couches
H'm, might have been nice to stop by auntie's house whilst visiting south street.
Oh, and 20 years ago, whilst returning from a trip to south street for more purple manic panic o correct the fact that the henna on my ends was making the dye not stick, a construction worker bellowed "Hey, she dyed her hair red, but her roots are still purple!"
Hello
you are talking about the first seen when robin williams as the peddler guy says that and he's like will not break... it broke.
I'm in beauty and the beast if i didn't already tell you 1000 times which i probably did... i'm lefou which is soo much fun. Shows start march 31st and it runs for like 2 weeks... maybe you'll be on spring break down here who knows.
We will go to south street some day
Spike makes my soul hurt. To which episode are you referring?
I feel like I should watch a Disney movie now. But instead I'll probably go to sleep.