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My hair's in a rat's nest, I look like hell

Still on my weekly search for the perfect purse; no luck yet. I have an idea about certain things I want, like I definitely want one that's bigger than my current purse. I don't want "stiff" handles, ie. ones that will stick straight up in the air. I want the handles to be long enough to put around my shoulder, but not too long. I'd like lots of zippers and compartments so I can put everything in its own little place. It would be nice to get a green purse to match my green hat, but I've kind of given up on that. As much as there are some groovy patterned purses, I don't want something really loud, yannow?

I'm also randomly looking at 80s clothing and fashion. I'm alright with buying purses on eBay, but clothing probably won't work. Well, except for like t-shirts, which I'm also looking for in Def Leppard, Van Halen, and Led Zeppelin flavours. No luck thus far, because I also have certain criteria for those: must be a women's shirt, smallish or medium, and I don't just want a lame old logo, I want a picture of the band.

There are a few girls who have these awesome halter tops they've apparently made themselves, and they're pretty awesome, except I don't wear halter tops. Or lacy stuff, or chain-y stuff, or bow-y stuff, and all the other junk they stick on it. I mean, it looks cool, but so not me.

But back to plain old 80s fashion. It's kind of difficult, y'know, because I want to wear 80ish stuff, but some of it looks so emo, since emo style stole all its coolness from the 80s. There are tow particular articles of clothing I want: numero uno, a green metallic-y plastic-y vest, and numero deux, a yellow and black leopard print jacket.

Why, what's this? Eddie, you want to give me your yellow and black leopard print jacket you wore in "Jump"? But Edward! Then you'll have no shirt on, and then, we-he-hell –

Ahem.

Then we also have the matter of the hair. And as much as its "bad", I'm growing quite fond of hair metal. And hair metal is big metal. I mean big hair. Big hair. I need big hair. I'll probably attempt that tomorrow, though I'm preparing for utter failure.

In other completely unrelated news, on the first day of my last ever semester in high school, it was a snow day. Quite fun. I don't know if I'm looking forward to this semester. Way back when, I figured it would be the bestest semester ever, because I've got all fun classes. Buuut, new circumstances have since arisen that makes me think that it won't be nearly as fun as I thought. So I'm preparing to be miserable.

I've also prepared myself to be miserable the next four years. Speaking of university, I got accepted to Western's MIT program (which is, Media, Information, and Technoculture or something, and does not have anything to do with Massachusetts Institute of Technology) on the 21st. OUAC apparently doesn't email you when you get accepted though, pfft.

But, back to being miserable.

I've always thought university was going to be a big change. Everything is going to be different. People will care about their school. People will have spirit. But just poking around earlier this week, I found it's no different than high school. I don't remember exactly what it was that made me realize this, but it was just the fact that university students aren't anymore present on the web than high school students are. I'm the only person at my school I know with a blog, and anyone can read it. *I* would like for once to be able to silently stalk another student's blog. And I thought, hey, in university, I can stalk people! But no. People don't suddenly all get public blogs in university. People don't all suddenly join Facebook groups about whatever they're majoring in. We have the Internet, it can connect us, but we still don't use it.

Ah, I was planning on writing a whole coherent entry about all that, but there it is anyway. I'm done. This was a terrible entry. And I'd been so good at being coherent lately.