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Apr. 20th, 2007 05:22 pmI am a tall person. Unusually tall, even, 5'9" last time I checked and it might have grown since then. So what force on earth gives people the irresistable urge to pick me up, drag me about, or carry me around? I don't even know. Anyone? Anne? Do I look like someone petite, lightweight, and easy to lift? I asked my friend and she says to stop this behavior I have to stop wearing a size 2. WHAT. I wear a perfectly healthy and respectable size 5-ish, usually 6 in jeans. This isn't like middle school when I was wearing zero double-longs and my grandma was talking to my mom about childhood anorexia.
The main problem is that the three or four inches that make me taller than everyone else are in my legs, and when you pick me up, I flail. People have been damaged. I'm looking out for the good of mankind, here.
I wonder if anyone would look at my ruffly black skirt, pink t-shirt, and pearl-strand necklace and think "There's a My Chemical Romance-listening, pretty boy-slashing, sometimes incest-reading sci-fi fan who laughs at comic book jokes and sketchy humor." Probably not. If I ever find a person who gets that without having to be told everything, I will marry them, or possibly just live happily in sin together.
This is pretty random, but Sugar We're Goin' Down Swinging (Fall Out Boy) is one of the loveliest String Quartet tributes I've heard, something about the pacing and tenor of it. Nails For Breakfast, Tacks For Snacks (Panic! At the Disco) is also interesting, mainly because the song itself has a lot of techno-ish touches and it's interesting to hear what the melody sounds like without that. Appropriately, it is both elegant and Gothically moody.
The main problem is that the three or four inches that make me taller than everyone else are in my legs, and when you pick me up, I flail. People have been damaged. I'm looking out for the good of mankind, here.
I wonder if anyone would look at my ruffly black skirt, pink t-shirt, and pearl-strand necklace and think "There's a My Chemical Romance-listening, pretty boy-slashing, sometimes incest-reading sci-fi fan who laughs at comic book jokes and sketchy humor." Probably not. If I ever find a person who gets that without having to be told everything, I will marry them, or possibly just live happily in sin together.
This is pretty random, but Sugar We're Goin' Down Swinging (Fall Out Boy) is one of the loveliest String Quartet tributes I've heard, something about the pacing and tenor of it. Nails For Breakfast, Tacks For Snacks (Panic! At the Disco) is also interesting, mainly because the song itself has a lot of techno-ish touches and it's interesting to hear what the melody sounds like without that. Appropriately, it is both elegant and Gothically moody.