Treasure Troves Abound: With Ungodly Precision

I have avoided doing anything even remotely legitimate for the past three weeks. The time spent is just a blur now, of Andrew Bird on repeat, banana milkshakes, loading and unloading boxes in my pal's new house, pretending to be wicked interesting in front of actually interesting people, working on my novels, and, like the unspeakably cool cattt that I am, waiting for Twilight to come out. I started cleaning my closet too, and survived to tell the tale, which in and of itself is rather singular - as in has never happened before.

And to put a little color in your cheeks - mid-terms are this week, I have to get a job ---a real job--- i.e. something besides babysitting, and my creativity, like all things delicate and beautiful, is wilting in the fierce and suffocating darkness of the doors closing on my options.

...

I know, right??

Bastards.

Whatever.

*sigh*

So...

I know I said my next post would be titled something like "Workings of an Evil Genius," or whatever, but that didn't work out.

My working aren't quite evil enough.

And I know I'm wearing one of those wildly unpopular keffiyah-Palestinian head-scarves around my neck.

But you'll have to deal.

I've had a rough week.

And it's pink, God-damn it.

So...

Looking on the bright side, I went thrifting and found a Scottish Easter Egg Mohair coat, a Mary Poppins hat, and a mosquito net to hang above my bed.

Pictures will follow.

And for now, take a look at my week - seven days of thirty different variations of the same outfit.

Yay.