Topic: { me }
Mood:
Now Playing: Suds in the Bucket -- I forget who sings it
Oh my god. I bought fingernail polish. Blue fingernail polish. BABY BLUE fingernail polish.
That's not the worst of it.
I bought pink lipstick. Yes, you read right, PINK lipstick. Well, more of a peach kind of color, but that's beside the point.
But wait, there's more! My best straight-who's-bi friend and I bought these two lipglosses from Tutti Dolci and we're more or less going to be swapping them back and forth (like we do with just about everything anyway). They're cream and -- *gasp* -- pink. And not to mention sparkly.
What is wrong with me?!
I am now buying makeup. I haven't bought makeup in months. Something is wrong.
I started looking at mags like Cosmo and Seventeen and Teen People. Oh my god I was actually looking at those little purses that seem to be the rage now!! I own like two purses. They could both pass for Army surplus. I was looking at this little cute purse thing that looks like it should be seen on some cheerleader chick's Gucci-clothed shoulder!
I think it's Thanksgiving. See, I'm spending it at my aunt's house. My aunt has this daughter who is like, Preppy with the capital P. Her name's Brittany and she is one of the most snotty, stuck-up, arrogant bitches known to preppy-kind. Every time we're in the same room, she makes fun of the clothes I wear, my hair, my shoes, my makeup, etc.
She's turning me into a prep. Someone help me!
Oh, and Joe is going to be there this year, too. Which is adding to my stress. (He's not the most, how can I say this, socially adept? person in the world. He's totally anti-social. Hates people in general. God save us.) If you knew my family, you would see the disaster this Thanksgiving is going to turn into at this rate.
Maybe I should stay in bed. And watch The Swan.