|AUGUST 16|
I have looked far and wide for pants that fit a person with a 29 inch inseam. DAH! I have found 3 pairs. One are gasoline brand and vey purdy. Another is too super low rise Levi 520's. Or something. And another pair from Delia's. Yummy. Actually, the only ones that fit my inseam are the Levi's because they make short sizes. But oh well.
I had some odd thoughts in Fashion Bug while looking for pants but I forgot them. I remember thinking my butt and thighs had formed a legion against me. But that's it. MUTINY!
Added an 'odd' gallery to the other page. Yummy. I was reading some of the quotes on the 'other' site (www.oxen.cjb.net) and realized I either have altzheimer's or I don't. Ok, while that didn't make sense it did before I typed it. Anyways, my point is I don't even remember some of these things...
To quote:
"I like tables. You put things on it and they stay there."
"If I had razor-sharp pizza cutters for arms, you'd be dead right now!"
You'd think I'd remember the things that come out of my head. Oh well.
Oddly enough, I'm not too worried about going back to school. As long as it snows almost immediately. Hot is bad! I'm glad I don't live in the center of the earth cause that would suck.
Wow. I change topics pretty often. Anyways, I'm in Hana's homeroom next year. Yay! I have no classes with Angela. Pleh! Stupid people. I wanna find out what lunch I have, but oh well. I hear I got a good French teacher this year. Yay? I have an algebra teacher for homeroom.
I'm the student council freshmen class representative, and I found out yesterday that the freshmen student council people have to do booster (homecoming) week bulletin boards and eventually a float. Well, 3 out of 5 of our freshmen council people are in band camp the entire week we're supposed to be doing the bulletin board. I'm one of them. So we're a bit frantic trying to find people to do this. The float should be relatively easy, we've called some people and they've all agreed to donate materials. The theme this year is board games and the freshmen are Candy Land.
Yawn.