hesperiidverde

I'm happy in a Prozacian-can't-be-sad-even-if-I-tried way. This has persisted for several days. Drugs? Perhaps. Hormones? Perhaps. Zombies? Very likely. Even more likely is that I've gotten out of that emo-why-didn't-it-work phase and into the 'Well, that was nice while it lasted. Then it sucked, so it ended. These things happen. The world does not end. Now I'm happy again.'
I'm questing for a Hallowe'en costume for Swing tonight. I have a purple silk vest, cumberbund, and bowtie. I'm tempted to wear them with fishnets and a miniskirt as I have no Chippendales dancer-esque pants (nor pec muscles for that matter). MikeyJ tells me that I have a weird obsession with cross-dressing. I disagree. I don't do it to get off, just to pretend to be someone ridiculous.
O scandal!
I figured out how to shimmy last night. I shook it (them) to Meatloaf's 'I Can See Paradise by the Dashboard Light'. Lifegoal number twenty-seven~ check.
Also, my latest lifegoal is to 1. major in English/minor in biology or 2. create a biojournalism major. On th plus side, I have to take zero (huzzah!) more chem and physics classes. However, I will have to take 2 1/2 classes of English per semester. Doable.
I secretly hope my roomate goes out tonight and hooks up with a random guy. That's only slightly less likely to happen than the pope celebrating Yom Kippur.

I can't find my story in songs but everysooften in honest brutal poetry written by anonymous who unknowingly knows myself.

(happy day of chai & coffee & soup oh my!)

Wow. Did not realize that it sucked this much to be in love with someone and have said person inform you that he doesn't feel the same way about you anymore. The anymore part is killer; insert dramatic metaphor or emo song lyric of your choice expressing self-doubt tinged with anger and all those other negative emoticons here.