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Jul. 22nd, 2004 11:32 am5 subs out. Of course, I haven't updated my subtracker just yet, but I've got things at Cicada (first time), WotF, LCRW, SH, and Ideo now.
I tried to convince my mother that my girl cousin couldn't stay in my room because she lied about me, but apparently my mother doesn't allow us to carry grudges over more than a year or two. 11 is right out.
I am looking very stylish today, mostly because my laundry is all in the laundry room. It's almost-dry--I could probably have worn a pair of my khakis, but I'd already gotten dressed, and checked with people to be sure I looked okay and wasn't too skanky looking for work. I did have to rinse the tank out in the sink last night, as it's the only tank I have that works really well for layering, and I needed to be wearing something that wouldn't make me die of heat exhaustion on the commute but yet not freeze at work, but I hung it by our fan, and it was bone dry by morning. I am wearing a black velvet mini-skirt (mind you, it's only mini because I never wear short skirts, so anything more than an inch above my knees is nervewracking--this one is still an inch or two longer than my fingertips.), my skanky blue tank top that's really a pajama camisole top, and my dark blue linen overshirt. Kitchen boy said I looked executive this morning. Good thing he didn't say 'professional,' or andrea would be justified in questioning the exact profession. My roommate said I had nice legs, and I hadn't looked at them at the time, but I was checking my outfit in the bathroom here and realised that all that walking I've been doing is putting muscles back into shape, and I do have nice looking legs now. Completely white, mind you, since I won't wear nylons, but they're not flabby looking anymore.
I was reading![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pegkerr's lj again, about the heart of flesh/heart of stone thing, though not as carefully as I'd meant to since I was going to get back to it, and I was thinking about people being nice yesterday at lunch, and watching others. And it's really comforting to watch people be nice to each other because I do truly believe that people are nice. And so when I take a break, or go outside for lunch, I keep seeing people being nice to each other--holding doors and such. Some people will pause in the narrows in the hallways and let me walk through, even when they don't have to. And I like that. I always smile and thank them, I just like proof that people think about others. I like it best when it's not even a conscious action, because it means that the person who is doing that is just used to being nice all the time, and it's just second nature.
I tried to convince my mother that my girl cousin couldn't stay in my room because she lied about me, but apparently my mother doesn't allow us to carry grudges over more than a year or two. 11 is right out.
I am looking very stylish today, mostly because my laundry is all in the laundry room. It's almost-dry--I could probably have worn a pair of my khakis, but I'd already gotten dressed, and checked with people to be sure I looked okay and wasn't too skanky looking for work. I did have to rinse the tank out in the sink last night, as it's the only tank I have that works really well for layering, and I needed to be wearing something that wouldn't make me die of heat exhaustion on the commute but yet not freeze at work, but I hung it by our fan, and it was bone dry by morning. I am wearing a black velvet mini-skirt (mind you, it's only mini because I never wear short skirts, so anything more than an inch above my knees is nervewracking--this one is still an inch or two longer than my fingertips.), my skanky blue tank top that's really a pajama camisole top, and my dark blue linen overshirt. Kitchen boy said I looked executive this morning. Good thing he didn't say 'professional,' or andrea would be justified in questioning the exact profession. My roommate said I had nice legs, and I hadn't looked at them at the time, but I was checking my outfit in the bathroom here and realised that all that walking I've been doing is putting muscles back into shape, and I do have nice looking legs now. Completely white, mind you, since I won't wear nylons, but they're not flabby looking anymore.
I was reading
pegkerr's lj again, about the heart of flesh/heart of stone thing, though not as carefully as I'd meant to since I was going to get back to it, and I was thinking about people being nice yesterday at lunch, and watching others. And it's really comforting to watch people be nice to each other because I do truly believe that people are nice. And so when I take a break, or go outside for lunch, I keep seeing people being nice to each other--holding doors and such. Some people will pause in the narrows in the hallways and let me walk through, even when they don't have to. And I like that. I always smile and thank them, I just like proof that people think about others. I like it best when it's not even a conscious action, because it means that the person who is doing that is just used to being nice all the time, and it's just second nature.
