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07 October 2005 @ 12:29 am
I can't march like you!  
I can only take so much of the Junon music before I have to mute the volume and skip shopping in the city, merely for the sake of my sanity. In great "Wait, what? Go NOW!?" tradition, I again ruined the parade with my subpar marching technique and awful timing.

I am experiencing an urge to add (what is now) "Old School" Yuffie to my list of "Things to Cosplay Eventually." There are just three offputting things about it: current complete lack of excess fundage that can be diverted into an already long costume list, that weird arm-thingus-of-walrus-ness that she wears, and marigold tennis shoes. Yellows don't seem to be an "in" hue at present, but perhaps by the time I actually get around to doing this, they will be. On the upside of this plan: grinning is in character, and I'd only be an inch or two off accurate height while wearing those sunshine sneakers. I'd probably pick a random/silly weapon ... like the pinwheel. Yay pinwheels!

Now, for a random observation: when other people lose weight, they tend to experience flesh reductions in areas such as the waist, hips, breasts, etc. I, being a unique individual, appear to be slimming down my elbows.

I doubt I will get the job that I had to take a train to find, but I am not much perturbed by this. The "test" turned out to be replicating an overloaded grocery store flier in forty minutes, and my perfectionist tendencies meant that I didn't get it anywhere near done. I wasn't going to just fling anything anywhere, no sir! I was going to build an accurate base to work from. Since I was completely devoted to this task, the minutes flew. I had just begun placing the many images of raw meat when my time was up! But damn, did my boxes and gradients look awesome and even!

It was a little too ... "out in the country" for me. It was far enough that I got distracted and didn't even realize the train line had come to an end, which led to the conductor turning around and shouting, "That's it, darling! There is no more!" I walked on the shoulder of the highway, noting how the buildings seemed mostly newer in construction, and a structure which surely had been a Pizza Hut at one point in its life is now nothing of the tomato sauce sort. Country is not what I am seeking right now. No number of cute chipmunks can make up for feeling at least tenuously connected to humanity by proximity.
Current Mood: hungryhungry
Current Music: "Maiden of Light," La Pucelle Tactics
a wandering expatriate: censoredclockchild on October 7th, 2005 07:49 am (UTC)
Elbows and Pizza Hut
Elbows are indeed a strange place to lose weight ... although, you surely don't need~ to lose weight. ^^

I come from "out in the country" ... sadly. Therefore, I am quite familiar with the Pizza Hut Phenomenon. My mother couldn't resist telling me, every single time, as we drove by one particular building, that it was once a Tastee Freeze. That she once worked there. That her coworkers were all very nice. That she dated one of them. Even though the building was later a McBurger Hut or something similar, then a church invested their money and demolished it. She still reminds me. Every. Single. Time.
One Who Wanders: sillyabiona on October 7th, 2005 06:04 pm (UTC)
Re: Elbows and Pizza Hut
Lose weight, not really. I'm not completely sure whether or not I am losing weight, as I have not taken note of my poundage in ages, but I have noted that my elbows have gotten a lot pokier-looking than they normally do. My eating habits are currently somewhat similar to that of a vulture, so the chances that I am losing weight (slowly but surely) are probably good. But why my elbows!?

Oh, Memory Lane, it gets longer every time one visits it. XD