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May. 20th, 2008 10:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phthalombrageIt's worth waking up early this week. We have delicious chai green tea pods for the machine, free until 10 AM. Apparently in America, chai means "that cinnamony-spicy-flavor", so "chai green tea" is somehow not redundant.
Made my morning, though.
Then I messed around with file folders for over four hours.
(On my daily errand-run, I saw a Santa mug atop a bathroom shelf in Scaife. Pittsburgh was pulling out all the stops to do its best December impression today.)
I was thinking (partially inspired by a revisitation of jelly sandals I saw in target a couple weeks ago. I bet the vietnam vet in my neighborhood who jogs in women's bikinis, does yard work in a bra, and goes to the supermarket, opera, performing arts hall, and community theatre in pearls and flowery get-ups and yes, sometimes jelly sandals, which was really confusing to three-year-old nicole and a source of great delight for driving-age nicole when he happened to jog past with his festively beribboned baton, is overjoyed to see them come back). I never got to wear jelly sandals or saddle shoes, but I did have some high tops, oh yeah. So in elementary school, once I outgrew my light-up barbie sneakers and fun shit like that, I had some butternut-colored hiking boots, then just plain black boots. I had ones that laced, ones that zipped, ones my friend leah with the pet snake outgrew and gave me, ones with little chunky heels I used to hop around on just the heels... But in late middle-early high school, I had three consecutive pairs of black platform flip flops. The last pair was about 3" high and ended up at melody's house when we traded shoes for the day, and I somehow never got them back. It's a good thing. I moved on to other, less embarrassingly compensating-for- something flip flops, most of which I lost under the couch or god knows where at my house.
It's also weird that I was much more goth-esque when I wasn't in the habit of wearing the black boots. Not to say I didn't want them and just never acted on it.
This ancient urge is resurging. Laces, this time. Yet another summer quest! If I don't look like either a bulldyke or a slut, I win.
//I feel like maybe this is a sign of some sort. Like maybe I should stop posting so often, because then I end up with stuff like this.
Made my morning, though.
Then I messed around with file folders for over four hours.
(On my daily errand-run, I saw a Santa mug atop a bathroom shelf in Scaife. Pittsburgh was pulling out all the stops to do its best December impression today.)
I was thinking (partially inspired by a revisitation of jelly sandals I saw in target a couple weeks ago. I bet the vietnam vet in my neighborhood who jogs in women's bikinis, does yard work in a bra, and goes to the supermarket, opera, performing arts hall, and community theatre in pearls and flowery get-ups and yes, sometimes jelly sandals, which was really confusing to three-year-old nicole and a source of great delight for driving-age nicole when he happened to jog past with his festively beribboned baton, is overjoyed to see them come back). I never got to wear jelly sandals or saddle shoes, but I did have some high tops, oh yeah. So in elementary school, once I outgrew my light-up barbie sneakers and fun shit like that, I had some butternut-colored hiking boots, then just plain black boots. I had ones that laced, ones that zipped, ones my friend leah with the pet snake outgrew and gave me, ones with little chunky heels I used to hop around on just the heels... But in late middle-early high school, I had three consecutive pairs of black platform flip flops. The last pair was about 3" high and ended up at melody's house when we traded shoes for the day, and I somehow never got them back. It's a good thing. I moved on to other, less embarrassingly compensating-for- something flip flops, most of which I lost under the couch or god knows where at my house.
It's also weird that I was much more goth-esque when I wasn't in the habit of wearing the black boots. Not to say I didn't want them and just never acted on it.
This ancient urge is resurging. Laces, this time. Yet another summer quest! If I don't look like either a bulldyke or a slut, I win.
//I feel like maybe this is a sign of some sort. Like maybe I should stop posting so often, because then I end up with stuff like this.
