Feeling: frivolous
Listening to: Mozart & crap
Reading/Watching: publicly reading: Mozart scores. secretly reading: Fable comics.

I wonder about strangers sometimes. Right now, in my graduate class (yes, I am blogging in class because I am a horrible person), there is a girl giving a presentation in a gray comfy tee and yoga pants, and a big floppy mom-cardigan. She is vastly under-dressed, on the one hand, but at least she's sticking with the bedhead-on-a-Sunday-morning theme.

Except for the GIGANTIC PLASTIC YELLOW ROSE RING on her index finger, which makes absolutely no stylistic sense whatsoever.

I mean, aside from how much I hate anything that is huge, plastic, or yellow, there is no way in which that ring ties in to the outfit.

Makes me wonder what the significance of that ring is, or if she legitimately was getting ready for class, looked in the mirror and wondered what was missing, and said, "Oh, yes, I almost forgot the perfect accessory: a godawful yellow plastic thing to put on my hand."

Today, I said the phrase "sweet weeping infant Jesus" three separate times, and they all occurred while I was driving my car. I think maybe traffic makes me crass and kinda religious.

Yes, this is my blog entry for today. I just read all of theKate's new blog, 28 entries total, and I remember two things: 1) I absolutely love her, and 2) we are still living very creepily similar lives.

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