the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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11:20 a.m. + 2003-10-31 = helloween.
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halloween, always the dilemma. last year's "well, let's see, i have this h&m scarf and my hair is capable of faux-hawkness; i can still fit into lightbrown h&m cords and tight sweater... i'll be 'swedish'." year prior, in uppsala, quasi-dating tomas who lost four good friends in the G�teborg Dance Club as it burned down to the ground killing some-hundreds of young swedes on halloween a few years earlier... i didn't dress up, but we [americans] threw a party anyway and i spent the night eyeing that halfgerman/halfswede and imprinting the memory of amandapanda, dressed in a cat, making a mockery of her normally-respectable self. sophomore year... oooh, that was fairly ok... i went as a hugh-hefner-ish lounge lizard... complete with cigar, brandy-sniffer and tattered leopardprint robe which looked ressurected from 'neath the trailerpark... i even dyed my hair pitchblack... year prior, i went as the obnoxious clich�: "straight."
ideas for this year: krista says, "bi-curious." there was mention of 'metrosexy,' but i fear that's akin to last year's copout: swedish. i will be the swedish chef next year. i just don't know... i'll probably stay in and make sweet love to my digital camera after cleaning my room and doing laundry. i also have to read "north and south" and prepare for a presentation of it on the 5th (the same day i have a show.) so many things to do. i guess i'll be a "homebody" however, that's not much a stretch of character.
If only i had copious amounts of purple felt... i'd so be the dancing eggplant from chicken tandoori USA, but not many would catch the allusion and i'd be doomed to comparisons of barney (which i did when i was 15.) hmm... i wonder what happen to that custom speaking of copious amonts of purple felt....
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