She doesn’t even go here!
(i.e. look what I got today)
Alternatively, TMI Tuesday questions are also fun and I will answer more or less anything. I haven’t posted a picture of plain ol’ me in a while, have I? I’d take a pic of my outfit, because it’s pretty cute today, but I guess we’ll just have to settle for my face, because I’m in public and can’t exactly pose. But yes, this is me. Ask/prompt me things! Can you tell I’m lonely tonight?
I don’t understand how structuralism turned into early 20th century realism. So much epic study of myths and legends and fairy tales and fantasy and it turned into literally the most boring literature in the English canon. Ugh.
I also don’t understand how I’m still working on this incomplete. And how this incomplete is due tomorrow. And how dry these secondary sources are. I’m so, so close to just saying, “Fuck it,” and taking the stupid C+. Starting out the semester by holing myself up in the library basement for hours is pretty much the worst.
Found this picture from the proofs from my sister’s wedding. Having such issues liking the way I look in any of them, which is hard, because I’m going to have to look at these pictures for forever. I hate the way I look in all my sisters’ wedding pictures. Everyone else looks gorgeous, but I always look like like a fat, hot mess. So typical that this wedding happens during the exact month that I’m the heaviest I’ve ever been in my life. Ah well. This one I actually like though, so let’s focus on that!
My niece had a Mary Poppins themed birthday party, so I dressed thematically. I think everyone there thought I was a half-assed impersonator who wouldn’t talk to any of the kids.
In other news, this is the worst webcam in existence.
Funfetti and strawberry fudge. I am a demon among bakers.
Experimenting with dolly makeup and the whole so much makeup it looks like you’re not wearing any thing. Needs more eyeliner.
I’ve not been updating too much about mental health stuff, but the truth is things have gotten steadily worse this summer. My parents wanted to check me in somewhere, but I argued that down to seeing whoever would see me right away. Which was kinda dumb, because I didn’t want to be checked in because that would necessarily mean taking something, but this lady talked me into trying something new anyway. So whatever. She also thinks I’m bipolar, which is frankly a little hilarious, if you know me, but seeing as this was my first session with her, I guess she doesn’t.
So I’m taking a tiny amount of Abilify now, plus half an Atavan for the first week so I can sleep. The claim was that mood stabilizers work on both resistant depression and bipolar, so either way it might work. Might, being the operative word.
(Damn, the circles under my eyes are HUGE. I actually *look* like a mental case now.)
We are attempting to get Big Goth Hair That’s Full of Secrets. I bought a $20 hair spray. My hair looks like this for 10 minutes before I have to re-fluff it. Fuck you gravity, I want my hair to look like Bellatrix Lestrange’s all the time!
My sister just came back from her honeymoon and look what she got me from Venice! I NEED to build an amazing outfit around this thing. And then I need an amazing event to wear it to.
So someone just now informed me that I was the shomeret (meaning “guardian” in the feminine) for this wedding. I totally had no idea that I was supposed to be doing this, nor did I know what it was. Neither did anyone else in the house. My little sister thought I was supposed to be watching for/warding off evil spirits and I got REALLY EXCITED. It’s like I had been preparing for this all my life. I got out my weapons - sage bundle and giant quartz crystal - the ultimate in new age protection.
Turns out I’m just supposed to be guarding her chastity from temptation. SO BORING, JUDAISM.
MY TITS ARE SO COVERED IN GLITTER IT HURTS.
Not really, but when my chest is still this glittery on Monday for the wedding photos, it’s probably going to hurt a little on the inside. Also, capturing glitteriness on a webcam is HARD.
That said, I threw an AMAZING bachelorette party for my sister tonight. Thai food, private pole dancing lesson, burlesque, and karaoke. It was amazing.
Look what my sister found!!!!!!
In a fit of pre-wedding nostalgia she’s been going through all our old toys. Today we also rebuilt our Pokemon decks and played a few games. That shit has not gotten any less fun. At all.
PROTIP: Dogs like salty things, so if you’re crying a lot, cuddle with your dog and they’ll be more than happy to provide kisses.
(I was crying and I was going to write another emo post but then I was like, “They don’t want to hear about that, I’ll just take a picture of my dog instead,” but then this is what happened when I tried to take the picture.)
Just took this photo of my hair. Used a really shitty conditioner last night, but apparently there’s a classics researcher on campus paying people with extra long hair to model Roman hairstyles so I wanted a quick picture to attach to the email I sent her.
