Monday, August 23, 2004

[regarding time capsules, a silly concept in my view] “I love capsules! Except when they’re filled with fever-fighting acetaminophen. Then I prefer chewables!” –brandon, ‘as told by ginger’
God love acetaminophen. It’s a beautiful thing when it comes to that headache induced by running about a poorly air-conditioned library trying to shelve books before the woman with the previous shift leaves, then finding out she was staying overtime anyway. Same goes for ibuprofen with regard to joint aches.

I’m all excited about the ducks. I’ll have to remember not to blow all my money on manga and scifi. Actually, since my birthday is coming up on the 31st, I may not have to use all my own money. And with school, Mother will fund some jeans shopping in the near future. I had these two pairs of Old Navy jeans that were really comfy and fit really well, but they’re getting all faded and runny, and my other jeans are kinda wearing thin. So I’m gonna need to do shopping. Luckily, cool person that I am, these jeans will last at least till the end of junior year, possibly through high school. I don’t abuse my clothing, and I’m not growing anymore.

I don’t even get why people need to get new clothes all the time, except for unexpected occasions (weddings, funerals, and the like, in seasons when you don’t have a dress for it already), when you abuse clothing (not a problem I have), or shirts, which are the easiest and cheapest way to change your look to match the styles. I buy shirts often enough, but not insanely. Really, what happens with me is I have a set of generic blue denim jeans that go with everything and don’t lend themselves to any particular style, and adjust my tops for the style I like at the moment.

Currently, that is described by my loverly friends as “scrubs.” Somehow, my attraction to solid t-shirts and huge sweatshirts comes off as a debilitating fashion disease. Even my tasteless friends insist I dress in “scrubs.” I have some nice clothes! I just don’t wear them in public! It’d be silly to reveal a decidedly feminine side in public school (and oddly enough, I do have one of those ...). You get more respect from jerks when you don’t pretend you’re anything but a geek if you fit the mold. If you pretend you’re more, they’ll give you a harder time. Anyway, my “scrubs” are more comfortable than most anything, except maybe shirts with wide/low necklines (Not obscenely wide/low. I hate feeling choked by my own clothing.).

I do go on insane shoe and sock shopping crazes though, because that is what I do. I only wear three pairs of shoes, actually (my sneakers, my brown shoes with the white stripes, and my sandals with the thick sneaker-esque soles), but you need black shoes for concerts (and black socks, since that’s a band director pet peeve), clogs for both autumn and spring dress-up events, flip-flops for summer dress-up events, hiking boots for hiking (duh), and slippers for sleepovers where you don’t want to know what the 2 year old brother was playing with on the floor, nor do you want to step directly on anything pointy he left there while doing it. See? It is justified.

Of course, concert dress is a pivotal part of any band kid’s wardrobe. So far, I’ve covered my repertoire of daily wear, but I also have khakis that are normal enough for school, nice enough for church, and decent enough for work. Those are crucial, since it’s tough to find nice khakis without pleats that can be worn in school without looking totally dressed up. But back to concert gear, since the school does not yet provide uniform outfits (they’re going to start that up this year), every female member has to own a floor length black skirt and a black top. In the rare event that pants are allowed, black socks are a must. And if you thought about getting off without black shoes/sandals, you’re nuts. But, this is only the competition, festival, and taking-the-band-out outfit. The rest of the time, you can usually get off with nice, bright springy clothing that covers below the knee (miniskirts area nono onstage) for the spring concert and seasonal clothing (that means black bottoms, red or dark-colored tops) for winter. And the good thing is, all this concert dress covers all your religious holiday and formal occasion clothing! It’s a great deal!

Seriously though, the only reason I have real formal clothing is to appease the band directors I’ve had over the years. But I don’t just wear “scrubs!” I have cute shirts! Really! *realizes she is wearing scruffy jeans, gross sneakers, and a plain red top she’s had for a few summers and accidentally bleached out parts of with a medicinal cream* I need to go shopping for decent clothes for school … conveniently enough, Mother’s favorite stores to take us to are near a Borders … *begins scheming about the purchase of several volumes*

Note to self: Go to bank. Cash check.

*There is a good reason I’m not plural today. I’m too dang tired and my head hurts too much. Though the royal we is actually programmed into me so well I can instantly switch personas in a moment (Seriously, we rock at that. You would never believe how easy it is after a year or so of it.), I don’t have the patience to capitalize on my own. MS Word capitalizes “I” for you when you don’t and “I” and “me” are sorter than “we” and “us.” Sort of. And by explaining this, I just exerted all the effort of just being my usual plural self. That was brilliant. See y’a’s!
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