Total moment. . .

You know when you just get the urge to freak people out? There were two off-duty soldiers that came into the laundromat while I was drying/folding clothes. I was so tempted to change into jeans right there, seeing as I could have done it (the Laundry Day outfit is, unfortunately, a very feminine ensemble. No more shall be said.) without actually flashing them. Esp. because the accent on their French was funky and they looked American. I was just in the mood to be trouble. I refrained. As I came in the hall door, I freaked Arno a little bit, I think because of the outfit and the fact that I doubt he's seen the jacket before. I was entertained.

I am procrastinating. I have a paper and a fiche and a pressentation and another paper to write up and I have to buy tupperware style things for cooking tomorrow. I don't wanna. I want to go be actively mischievous at people. Especially at the evil waiter boy at Le Petit Nice. Dude, you're not cool and I have better shoes than you. Also I could totally do your job, but we won't even get into that. You can't pull shit on me just 'cause you're pretty. Even though you are really, really pretty. I am still cooler than you, by simple virtue of not being a bastard until truly provoked.

Pretty meme

Your beauty lies in your soul.

There are so many unlike you in this world. You're
like a very rare diamond. No, diamonds can't
shine as much your soul.

Your motive:

To help others in need and maintain happiness
withen others around you.

Your quote:

If you fall either I fall with you or I'll catch
you pull you back up.

Your colors:

Silver and Gold

Your song:

Wings of a Butterfly - HIM

"Come on and show them your love. Rip out the
wings of a butterfly."

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Yes, the pretty meme spawned an icon.

It matches the purply layout. I like.

I did my fiche. . .realized I absolutely can't do one of the papers (need to see a movie and the Mediathèque is closed on Monday, unfortunately the paper is due at 8 a.m. tomorrow, ooops. I tried to see the movie twice.) And the tupperware actually should be bought tomorrow for cooking on Wednesday, and now I'm procrastinating again. . .presentation notes will take 15 minutes when I get to them, and the paper shouldn't take more than two hours. . .perhaps after A prendre ou à laisser I'll be more motivated.

It's amazing how much more competent I feel when I'm in *my* clothes and not *Jessie's.* I have got to throw more stuff out. Boxers and jeans and a binder and a black tee and my hoodie, and all of a sudden I regain control of my emotional state. It's the skirt and the blue and the weird sleeves that fuck me up. I realize they can't account for everything, but they account for lots. Even 'Cole notices this. A snippet from this summer:

"You're happier when you look like a guy, aren't you?"
"It's that obvious?"
"You stop making the face."[falls into laughing fit]