charlotte says:
hm. have perfected skill of quasi-attentiveness after many instances in which self effectively zones out after 20 seconds into non-engaging conversations. have manage even to subconsciously inject appropriate reactions at suitably random moments wherein unaccomplished conversationalist pauses for breath. also noting the absence of manifestation of ennui in self's bright young eyes mmmf and although it takes a great deal of energy, am masterful in feigning interest now. which, nary a doubt, will prove useful later at dinner with mom and friends. her friends, not mine.
missed lar in church today. although i did wear lenses, was all but eagle-eyed. for the benefit of those not in the know, i do like skulking around half-blind on sundays so i can be blissfully ignorant of surroundings - one of many quirky habits. speaking of which, a post on self's charming idiosyncrasies would be fun, methinks.
on a more scandalous note, a gp teacher in school is having an affair (cue automated audience shocked gasps and such), carrying on with a person of affluence. oh crap, that reminds me. there remains project work - i, under brendan's (do i detect a reference to an episode of friends in the farcical theatrical horror?) influence, refuse to refer to the evil that is project work and its subcategories by acronyms, simply because it disorientates my train of thought - that needs be done.
hm. so many interjections a tedious reading make. but then, that is how i think. thoughts incessantly interrupting other thoughts and an involuntary fondness to digress. which more often than not leading to my forgetting what my main point is in the first place. and explains why i have so many drafts which will remain nothing more than a draft. until deleted anyway. then it'll j-
okay, c, stop right now.
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[edit] oh, and much love to lester, who mentioned in his last post that he needs love. here you go <3<3
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[edit 1456 hrs]
my boyfriend is with his wife tonight says:
it's called the sandra cami
(clara proceeds to view said object at guess.com)
tristan: fcukvanity says:
know what?
it reminds me of my LEOTARD
clara thinks my guess top is ugly. her 2001 competition LEOTARD, referred to in all its capitalised glory, was hideous. hideous and funny. i remember how thankful i was when coach chose a fairly normal one for me. but the sandra cami is nice, okay. the picture on the website does no justice to it. and before i forget again,
my list of missing items
tracksuit (the one with the hood)
master of the game
the gep shirt which should be with me but isn't because of an unfair exchange, labelled as such after someone failed to deliver
yeah. persons in possession of one or more of aforementioned items, do return them to me please. they are dearly missed. the list will be added on to when i recall what other stuff i should have but don't. hmph. |