10:15 p.m. - 2004-07-24
Clothes Maketh The (Wo)Man
"...I am beginning to think female human apparel was designed for the specific purpose of torture." - Perceptor.
Percy buddy, you couldnt have been more right. sometimes i wonder why on Earth women like to put themselves through the mental and physical trauma that is fashion and dress code. i know that sounds weird coming from me being that i am a female myself, but i am not really clothes obsessed - i'm not! stop looking at me like that!
ok so i make an effort to look good when i go out so that i dont come across as a slob but i dont really follow trends or any slag like that. for one: i just cant be bothered, and two: i cant bloody afford to. i have fandoms to maintain for Primus' sake! they're much more important than cut and stitched fabric.
anyways, i digress. getting back to the whole topic of torture.. the reason i'm getting into a bitchfest about it is that i got a letter last night from MDIS, the private school i went to to do my Mass Communications Advanced Diploma. the letter says they're having this fancy Graduation Ceremony for us on October 16th at the Ritz-Carlton Millennia O.O (thats like a fragging 6-star hotel! yikes!) and they sent the dress code:
plain, long-sleeved white shirt-blouse
3/4 length plain black skirt
skin-toned pantyhose
black court shoes.
Oh smelt me down and call me slag why dont ya!
ok so the skirt and the blouse i can deal with. i'm sure i can find something that'll make me look good. and i went out with mom and dad to buy the shoes and pantyhose. what can i say, they like to plan early. anyways we got those and i tried them on when we got home. i was curious since i've never worn pantyhose or court shoes before.
Gah!! ok i admit they do make your legs look nice, but BUT, ok the pantyhose tends to itch and run up your ass after a while. and the court shoes.. dear Primus the pain!
"Oh, Primus roasting on a pig spit!" Sunstreaker snarled, indignant. ... I totally agree Sunny.
i will get it all together bt graduation day i swear!
i've just been writing like a whore these past few days. i've never written this fast before. the plot-bunnies are threatening to overwhelm me. i just happen to be writing "Rhythm and Bots", part 2 of the Five Stars Trilogy, and i'm enjoying it so much. i just introduced my fanchara Lightshow who is an absolute scream to write. he's such a fun little character and plays off Jazz very nicely. i never knew a story could be so demanding.
i went to see Ella Enchanted over the weekend. Maryann thought it was "boring and horrible" but i actually thought it was quite a fun little movie. i adored the soundtrack and its now on my wishlist. so yea, i liked it, and hey, everyone's got their own opinions. i went to see it by myself btw. i make it a personal rule that if you wanna see a movie no one else wants to see, then you should go alone. its no big deal. sometimes watching a movie in the cinema by yourself is actually nice.
being jobless at home does have a few little perks i guess. Disney channel's afternoon line up had a couple of shows i'm kinda getting hooked on: "Even Stevens" and "Martin Mystery" are kinda cool.
Sunstreaker is starting to see that having no hands can be used to his advantage. for instance, getting Sideswipe to do his dirty work. you wonder why no one has got it into his mind to beat the mech-fluid out of the Golden One eventhough he bad-mouths them to Cybertron and back? well seeing that Sunny's handicapped (gettit? 'hand'icapped? lol *groan* Jazz! you're rubbing off on me!), Sideswipe is now the proverbial den-mother, so if anyone gets it into his head to try and hurt the "Great Yellow Daffodil of Death (Sideswipe's words, not mine) there is an extremely high chance that the Red One will maim that person within an ince of his existance. and Sideswipe has Piledrivers. so Sunstreaker continues to verbally abuse...
"SUNSTREAKER," Ratchet snapped. "Give the snake to Beachcomber, and get the SLAGGING HELL out of my med bay! NOW!"
