Normally I stick to serious entries for mag's pies, but I am high on cold meds so you get me pretending to be funny instead. At least, it was funny in my snot-congested head. I expect that somebody will call me on calling that decora lolita when I guess that particular outfit isn't, but can you really call it sweet lolita either? Can you even call that lolita? Whatever. It's silly, is what it is.

I also do geek jokes, apparently.

I'm over the worst of my cold, thanks to pumping myself full of fluids and laying in bed all day yesterday (ambientfiligree was right--laptops are the greatest invention ever when you don't think you can sit upright for more than ten minutes). But this weekend ended up not nearly as productive as I hoped, and even though I wrote some stuff, I keep reading it over again and thinking "...does that REMOTELY make sense?" And this is the paper that I feel pretty solid on. D: I'd better get those mental capabilities back soon.

One week from hell left! \o/

Also, should I go to the Vancouver meetup? I could maybe make it down there around then. But the idea of downtown at night scares me. Last time I went to Vancouver, I watched a guy almost get mugged outside a Safeway in broad daylight. And to get there, I'd have to walk through New Westminster alone, at night, in lolita. My sister won't even go outside after dark there, not since Dan's friend found a dead junkie on his doorstep. D:

I know I sound like a paranoid small-town girl (especially since I am sure there are like, 14-year-olds going to this, lol), but I grew up in the country, dude. Aggressive moose were a bigger danger than scary people.