« The pink in the night »
2004-03-17 · 9:13 a.m.

I'm going into a new fashion period that seems to be 1950s Lesbian Librarian with a Secret Longing to be a Dominatrix. I finally got in a chance to wear my hot-pink spectator stiletto pumps (although I should get a new black pencil skirt) and reflected on the buildup of magenta in my day-to-day life. For some reason, a third (at least) of all my clothes are of the pink variety. I can't say I'm upset about it, but the pink crept up on me without my being aware of it, sort of like back acne, only good. Sometimes I catch myself wishing I still had it in me to be a Goth; I could definitely dye my weird uneven pixie cut black and start wearing black Payless all-man-made-materials pumps, but I don't think I could go back to wearing all black. Maybe if I found the perfect black sweetheart-neckline 80s prom dress at the Salvation Armani, but even so. I have a pair of hot-pink jeans coming to me in the mail, courtesy of Cheap Freak Mailorder Couture.

I finished knitting another hat in my crafts class. I really can't believe I get to sit around and gossip and knit for class credit. I am a genius. Unfortunately, the hat wound up being more like a Rastafarian, pancake-type giant balloon hat than I had anticipated. I don't really know what to do with it, but I'm still committed to crocheting a purple orchid to disguise one of the larger holes. I guess this means I'll have to let myself go and sprout giant pale dreadlocks.

There's this one boy in my school (not in my French class for once!) who has perfect indie-boy shaggy hair. I don't know how he does it! I wish he had a giant boombox to play "Lola" by the Kinks everytime he walks around someplace. Because he's really that marvelous.

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