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[aprilstarchild]

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I'm so excited about the party tonight, I feel like I'm vibrating.

Also, spent a wad of money at Lush, and bought a really freaking awesome sweater at a store called Three Monkeys. I am the shiznit, yo. Also, it's 100% acrylic, made in the USA, and was $28. It's ridiculously flattering, at least I think so.

But the manufacturer is on crack--I had to buy a large. WTF? I'm tiny. According to a few charts I looked at a few nights ago, I am now officially underweight. I only have one bra that really fits anymore.

I'm at ninja_pidgeon and sagcat's. I'm going to change into my costume here. Bwah ha ha.

Comments

[tanjent.livejournal.com]

pic pic pic of april in a tight sweater! :)

-tanjent

[aprilstarchild.livejournal.com]

*lol* Maybe, maybe.

[neutronjockey.livejournal.com]

Hi, totally off topic. But we were in Iceland at the same time; figured we had to know each other seeing as their was only one High School.
-=Jeff Richard=-
...angry guy in a trenchcoat...

[aprilstarchild.livejournal.com]

I was there for a very short time--the first quarter of seventh grade. I wore lots of pink and was very short and incredibly lacking in social skills. If you actually remember me, I'd be damn shocked. I don't think I knew the names of half the people in my grade.

[axiom.livejournal.com]

You wore lots of pink?

No shit?

[aprilstarchild.livejournal.com]

Hot pink, often. Very girly clothes, as well--I had to wear kids sizes until around my freshman year of high school. They all came from Kmart or the JC Penney's catalog. Everything was really matchy-matchy, like my jeans being the same color as the dominant color in the pattern of my shirt.

I already had acne, I often forgot to brush my hair, and like I said, I had no social skills to speak of. I stared at the ground a lot. That first quarter of seventh grade, I remember as easily being one the crappiest times in my life. Blargh.