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Tiresome Work Night
Aug. 27th, 2004 11:13 pmDidn't get out of work till after 9.30 tonight, and I have to be back there again tomorrow at 10 am. And it's supposed to be hot tomorrow. As long as it's hot this weekend and not next weekend: how am I supposed to wear my black trenchcoat if it's warm next weekend?!
My dad has tomorrow afternoon off: apparantly, during the slow months, the new place he's working for "Barnett's Wholesale Greenhouse" lets alternating groups of people have Saturdays off (Or Sundays off, in the busy seasons). So, that means I might be able to go to Patterson's and get the sleeveless black leotard and black leggings I need. Whew! I'd be glad to cross that off my list. After that, all I need to do is get the black/green gym bag and the toy guns ("Guns. Lots of guns."), then spray-paint those black. I spotted a suction-cup dart gun at Brooks Pharmacy that looks do-able (ie. it looks a little like a Glock, but not enough to spook security, and I intend to do a deliberately spotty job spray-painting the toy guns). I discovered I really need two toy guns: I've been looking at some stills from the original "Matrix" movie and I noticed Trin's packing two guns. Obviously I don't have a gun-belt, so I'll have to stick the toy guns into a real belt worn loosely around my waist. Wearing the belt should make me feel a little more covered than I will be.
Come to think of it, this will be probably the least amount of clothes that I've ever worn in public. I'm a fairly modest person, not one of these nuts that wear long-sleeve blouses and wool skirts in 90-degree weather, but I tend to wear loose-fitting shirts/pants with at least short sleeves. Though I *am* more comfortable wearing pants than wearing skirts: I always seem to have the wind catch under my skirts and blow them up into my face, so I end up looking like a skinny, brunette version of Marilyn Monroe in "The Seven-Year Itch". And it's not like I haven't worn tight-fitting stuff before: I took ballet class for five years, and I'd been in four recitals. Which reminds me of some idiotic fundamentalist Catholic friends of mine, who spotted a girl walking into a theatre in Lowell for a ballet recital, then squawked about the "see-through" skirt this dance student was wearing. I replied, "It's a tuu-tuu. It's a ballet skirt".... And then I had to listen to them lecture about how evil dance is... So I came back that I'd taken ballet for five years and it had done a lot to strengthen my legs, so that kneeling when I'm praying didn't bug my knees so much, which effectively shut them up.
Hm. There's an idea for a comic "Matrix" fanfic: the Rebels try unplugging some fundamentalist Catholic types!
My dad has tomorrow afternoon off: apparantly, during the slow months, the new place he's working for "Barnett's Wholesale Greenhouse" lets alternating groups of people have Saturdays off (Or Sundays off, in the busy seasons). So, that means I might be able to go to Patterson's and get the sleeveless black leotard and black leggings I need. Whew! I'd be glad to cross that off my list. After that, all I need to do is get the black/green gym bag and the toy guns ("Guns. Lots of guns."), then spray-paint those black. I spotted a suction-cup dart gun at Brooks Pharmacy that looks do-able (ie. it looks a little like a Glock, but not enough to spook security, and I intend to do a deliberately spotty job spray-painting the toy guns). I discovered I really need two toy guns: I've been looking at some stills from the original "Matrix" movie and I noticed Trin's packing two guns. Obviously I don't have a gun-belt, so I'll have to stick the toy guns into a real belt worn loosely around my waist. Wearing the belt should make me feel a little more covered than I will be.
Come to think of it, this will be probably the least amount of clothes that I've ever worn in public. I'm a fairly modest person, not one of these nuts that wear long-sleeve blouses and wool skirts in 90-degree weather, but I tend to wear loose-fitting shirts/pants with at least short sleeves. Though I *am* more comfortable wearing pants than wearing skirts: I always seem to have the wind catch under my skirts and blow them up into my face, so I end up looking like a skinny, brunette version of Marilyn Monroe in "The Seven-Year Itch". And it's not like I haven't worn tight-fitting stuff before: I took ballet class for five years, and I'd been in four recitals. Which reminds me of some idiotic fundamentalist Catholic friends of mine, who spotted a girl walking into a theatre in Lowell for a ballet recital, then squawked about the "see-through" skirt this dance student was wearing. I replied, "It's a tuu-tuu. It's a ballet skirt".... And then I had to listen to them lecture about how evil dance is... So I came back that I'd taken ballet for five years and it had done a lot to strengthen my legs, so that kneeling when I'm praying didn't bug my knees so much, which effectively shut them up.
Hm. There's an idea for a comic "Matrix" fanfic: the Rebels try unplugging some fundamentalist Catholic types!
