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Sun, October 31

All Hallow's Eve (and I'm in New Jersey)

I think I should be out partying somewhere...But I decided to visit the 'rents instead. And I knew if I stayed in the city I'd probably go out with Em and Michele and Em has a rad cheerleader costume, Michele has a hot gypsy costume, and I have NO COSTUME. So I felt kind of like my sister and her "party dress" incident (see two postings back or so), and didn't want to go out unless I could be a naughty nurse like Erica or a sexy Elvira.

Honestly though, I really needed a break, after this past stressful work week. I have a new cubicle! Woohoo! I spent all of Friday deciding which post-its were still important to keep. I decided to make my new cube look less like an overweight secretary's office (you know, the ones who keep candy by their desks for "other people to eat", and pictures of puppies and everyone else's kids on their walls), and put only one picture up on my desk.

But my house is too quiet, as my parents conked out before the second set Eminem did on SNL, and my sister is snoring in her room. I am wiiide awake...I even updated my friendster profile (search for FrenchKitty). And looked up pictures on google of celebrities.

I'm getting a little nervous about my APOCALYPSE LOUNGE event (plug: November 8th, at 8, on 3rd street between B and C. "Inner Monologues.") I still am missing two pieces from my writers. I haven't edited mine...But I have a good feeling about it all in all, and we're only inviting friends, really. So, it should be pretty laid back. But...gah. You know, being "in charge" can be a bit nerve-wracking. "Who knew being president could be SO HARD?!"

Today, mom and I went to Bloomies to pick up something at the Bobbi Brown counter. I was cornered. Just as we were paying for our new makeup brushes, my mom asked the sales-woman, "don't you think she should do something a little more with her eyes?" (Earlier, in the car, she told me she liked what I had done with my eyes, which was to wear a tiny tiny bit of liner in the outside corner. But this comment was just her segue into, "I think you could use a little more makeup. But (sigh), at least you're wearing SOMETHING.") The sales-woman said that because I had such beautiful eyes, a "smokey look would look HOT", but really, she said, I could do anything with them. "Go do that to her," my mom said. I wasn't opposed: I knew I'd be seeing my aunt and my cousin later, and they are always a bit disappointed when I don't show up wearing lip liner (which is always).

But then my mom pulled such a "my mom" thing. She must have asked the woman about 8 times, "Isn't she adorable?", "isn't she cute?" Well, what else was the poor woman supposed to say? I hate when my mom does that. I am not four. I am twenty four. You don't ask a thirty-eight year old if she thinks a 24 year-old is "cute" or "adorable".
Later, mom told me I was too long-winded in my conversation with the sales-woman. "At a certain point," mom said to me, "I just lost interest." Well, I wouldn't have gotten the damn makeover in the first place if you hadn't suggested it!?!

We disagreed on this one.

In rewriting my friendster profile, I reread the "who I want to meet" section:

"I want to meet a really down-and out, psychopathic, unemployed
derilect. Mother issues are a plus. And a fair amount of debt would be great too. Like a Mr. Bojangles without the dancing, and the soft shoes."

Would Mr. Bojangles vote Kerry? Hm...

Posted by lexzog at October 31, 2004 01:45 AM

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