beautiful as eve

11:20 a.m. - 2002-03-27

It must be difficult, constantly being captured and chased while simultaneously suffering the quasi-hallucinogenic effects of a seemingly innocuous bit of jewelry and flashing myriad sapphire-blue puppy-dog gazes at everyone and everything in sight as a crazy wizard with perfectly manicured hands raises an army of handprint-headed lunatics with really bad teeth and all your friends are being infiltrated with something-or-other and a glow-in-the-dark elf maiden with an annoying glow-in-the-dark accent shoves a mirror in your face and doesn't bat a glow-in-the-dark eyelash when it makes you fall on your head for the umpteenth time. Insult to injury, that.

Er. I finally caught the hobbit flick. Poor Frodo. The littlest Gorgon has managed to corrupt the little Gorgon, who is now reading The Hobbit. I'm impressed.

I went shopping yesterday, at Medusa's insistence. She dragged me to a department store I was fond of in eighth grade and then proceeded to point me into the juniors section. I did well, I think. After weaving through the racks of cowgirl capris and hibiscus halters, I headed for the fitting rooms with an armload of black articles that fit in nicely with my usual grim reaper attire. Medusa, to her credit, didn't say a word.

I ended up with an ensemble that makes me feel like a whorish secretary, yet actually looks rather nice on. I'm not yet sure if this is a good thing, especially for Easter, but no matter...

I'll stop being frivolous now. The orch bunch leaves for Maastricht tonight, so I shan't be writing for about a week. Yes, I know, its tragic...

Adieu.

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