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 So, all today I had to deal with the Valentines Day thing; couples being romantic in the halls, everyone bearing flowers and candy, friends' nauseatingly adorable boyfriends. Obviously, I haven't been in the best mood recently, so I was taking full advantage of my god-given right to be bitter and moody. But, BUT, exactly three things made today bearable and even kind of awesome.


1) My clothes- the outfit I always wear on days when I need an instant ego boost. Red shirt and black vest, denim miniskirt and black tights, black leather lace-up high-heeled boots. I look tall and thin and amazing, and people visibly stare at my legs all day long, which is always fun. I can at least reassure myself that probably it is not a lack of attractiveness which has lead to my perpetually single state.

2) This kid in my art class whom I don't even talk to that much got everyone at the table little valentines and candy. It was random, completely unromantic, and somehow it totally made my day. It's pretty cool just to have someone think that you are worth making happy.

3) What completely made my LIFE, however, is that SOMEONE GOT ME ROSES OMG. They are virtual, and there are a dozen of them, and they are the BEST THING EVER. Ugh, they are so pretty, I keep just going to my profile page and staring at them. I don't know who sent them, though, because they're anonymous, which is mysterious in a cool way. But also sad, because I really want to know who gave them to me so I can hug that person enthusiastically and then kiss them wherever they would prefer to be kissed. If you want to stay anonymous, that's okay; you have my forever-ever gratitude and love anyways.


I had a vaguely emo LJ post planned, but the flowers completely derailed it, as did a tiny box of incredibly delicious truffles and chocolate-covered cherries from my mother. Am now firmly and comfortably ensconced in a good mood. You know what? I love some people and some people love me. That's a pretty amazing thing to be able to say about my life
thewingedword: (together)
[profile] provetheworstposted something about wanting a girl she could watch movies and listen to music with, sleep next to and wake up warm and happy. My first thought was me too, so much. I mean, I guess I technically already have one of those, but she is someone else's girlfriend. This is distinctly unfair. I want one that is mine

A friend of a friend of a friend apparently has a crush on me, and he seemed... alright enough, but I'm just too picky. I whine a lot about my nonexistant love life, but I don't want a stranger, and at the moment I really don't want a guy, and it's just all very complicated and enough to make one seriously consider being asexual. I believe [personal profile] wraith816and I discussed that plan of action many years ago, but it was easier to consider when my hormones were merely threatening and not actually launching their vicious assault.

Fortunately, just in time I have moved from the "woe is me" mood to the "love bites, deal with it" mindset. The former is pathetic; the latter involves a lot of punk rock, dressing aggressively well, and generally Getting Over Myself. 


I have a great deal to say about the Nine In the Afternoon vid, much of it involving Panic's absurd attractiveness. Brendon is acting like a hyper five-year-old, Ryan sleeps in his hat, Spencer has that beard, and the entire band is wearing clingy long johns and fake moustaches; despite that, I would totally hit 3/4ths of that (Jon is just not my type, sry). Spencer Smith's arms and back continue to be ridiculously hot; Ryan Ross somehow rocks the college girl sleepy-and-no-makeup look. Ugh, you guys, I don't even know.

The rest of what I think is about how happy this vid is. All of Fever's music videos had this undertone of bitterness or mocking to them; the Pornomime one, in particular, was downright depressing. In this video, it feels like Panic is just being themselves and making a video that they love, not trying to make a point or have a moral. I know that a large part of being a good celebrity involves looking like you're "being yourself" all the time, but I'd like to think that there's honesty in this band and this video.

Maybe the tradeoff of all this happiness is a video that verges on the ridiculous and parodic, but I think it's really worth it, for three things alone. One, the Scene of Happy Meadow Clapping at the end, particularly the smile that Spencer and Ryan shared (possibly due to a good editing job, but I DON'T CARE). Two, the Brendon and Ryan hug at the very end, which is making me want to hug my best friend right now. Three, RYAN CLIMBING A LADDER IN HIS LITTLE SOCK FEET AND HIS HAT. SRSLY, YOU GUYS! SRSLY.

That is all.
thewingedword: (splits)
 In order to obtain an ID from the state, I needed my original birth certificate, passport, social security card, school ID, and two other proofs of residence such as bills or pay stubs. The hell, seriously, there should not be that much paperwork nor that many trips involved. On the upside, I think I managed to take a moderately-attractive picture despite the blinding flash and stark backdrop; only time will tell. I also under-reported my weight (only by four pounds!), which may well be the sign that I am truly an adult.

I also registered to vote, which was comparatively ridiculously easy. I felt like the act should have some weight to it, some sort of emotional impact, but I just felt numb and a little cold. Such is the grim influence of government buildings.


Life continues same. I pine, like a bad romance novel heroine, but keep my mouth shut like a good friend, because no-one but me needs to deal with the details of my tortured teenaged soul. It's enough to know that sometimes I am fine and sometimes I am not, and that this situation will likely remain the same for some time, since there is nothing to be done. I truly apologize for inflicting my angst on everyone, but there's honestly no alternative.


I really, really want to go see Cobra Starship tomorrow, and it's actually going to happen! Great music, teensy tiny bar venue, and I get to stare at Vicky T all I want. \o/


I'm alone in my house right now. It's making me a little paranoid and a lot lonely. When did I get so fucking dependant on people? I think maybe if I can stop needing to be around people so much, that would solve at least two of my problems are once. Hmmm.

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