so tired. last nite stayed up til 4something and woke at 10something, then spent the day shopping fruitlessly for a robe and a bag. came away with a pair of ankle-high grey fuzzy slippers with little black bows and gloves-and-scarf combo my mom grabbed at the last minute to make the endeavor seem more productive. really what i want is a dressing gown, movie-star-style and a kickass, distinctive bag. it's rooted in my realization that i don't have style. if you saw me on the street, nothing would induce you to come introduce yourself. if i approached you, you might be willing to engage in conversation, but then again you might not be. you might look me up and down, find no unnatural colors or holes; no metal; no hemp; no patches, and you might decide that frankly i was just a person like all other people and why waste your time.

liz appeared tonite and in exchange for me convincing her not to return to skool tomorrow, she kept me from getting depressive. i had watched house of mirth with my mother and found it far from mirth-ful. in fact, it would have been distinctly sad if i had cared about any of the characters. last nite liz jay and i watched the much more cheerful Sex and the City -- four episodes from season two -- followed by broken hearts club which was fluffy and cute.
more shopping tomorrow, i can only hope more successfully. for someone with no style, i sure am picky.