Eclectic Electric Electrike Manectric.

Oh Colbert.

Your ads for Iowa are silleh.

But anyhow. I feel a tad bit gypped. Bought mechanical pencils, with erasers as durable as tupperware.

Anyone who knows erasers knows this is bad. Sigh. Fortunately, though, at least their lead isn't diamond-rough, or soft as eyeliner. Did get a new eyeliner though. Apparently charcoal means grey nowadays. SINCE. WHEN. Tell me that.

I have a beautiful new bag. My favorite shade of faded, silken, peach-yellow gold. Little shining pearls all over it, not too big to me garish but not too small to seem generic. It's actually pretty, and I do not regret buying it.

But on my way into the Salvation Army store, I saw something amongst the bags of donated items by the bins --- it looked like, from that distance, an old man in a red flannel jacket sleeping on his stomach with a shoe sticking out from under a blanket. So I mentioned it to a woman inside. I'd been wrong, it was just a jacket/shoe/bags thing. But...it really did look it! One could not have positioned it more perfectly if they'd tried. The shoe was in the exact position one would be if you laid on your belly with the front of your foot on the ground --- an unnatural position for a stray shoe but perfectly natural for one on a foot.

In thanks, when she saw me looking through a box and told me the things in there were unpriced, she told me if I liked something in there, to let her know and she'd tell me a price. Hence, I was able to get this beautiful bag ^^;

...bah, this netbook is frying my leg. But I have pencils and erasers on my blanket so I can't use that to raise it off. Bit of a dilemma.

Let's see...I also got a shawl and a necklace from there. Upon examination...the necklace chain is too aged, I'll have to simply use the small sand dollar mimicking pendant. Not sure I have anything to work with the shawl yet, but shawls tend to go with my preference of clothing, outfits, etc. I don't like extravagant, but I adore elegance, flow, comfortable and complimentary clothing (where it makes you look good, not clothing that complements you).

People love me. I don't mind. Make alliances everywhere because you never know when they'll come in handy. Had some random old guy wave at me from his when I was getting gas. ...eww.

My bag looks like a canteen-holder. I think Paris Hilton would need it if she got stuck on a desert island. Cuz I don't think anyone else would put their canteen in it.

Sigh...sometimes I can't figure myself out. I have this desire to act cold to this guy who has interest in me on the site. Not sure if I'm testing him or what, because I replied. And normally I don't reply. Bah. Freud, read me.

Ick is black. Or Ic, really. Spongebob LIES. My fish had it once. I felt...so horrible. Pre-meds I had fish, and watching my fish suffer without being able to do anything...:(

That was also back when asking for things like medication for my fish wasn't easy because I couldn't drive and my mom was drunk and forgetful.

I think Oscar the Ground has Spongebob-esque Ic.

How do people thrown against the wall by refuse or fodder tend to end up falling off with it all over their back, but the wall uncovered? It makes NO SENSE. Think about it.

Eclecticism is good. Don't bash it~

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I spent a while trying to figure out what the thing on the right was. Togetic? Quilava? Gardevoir? Wingless Reshiram? Nothing fit...

Then I tilted my screen back to make the colors more vivid...it's a Ninetales. Seriously? Tell me my irritation isn't unfounded.