/Scruffy drawing of the best dressed customer at work
Outfits I like drawn on my arm 29/09/2010. 4pm - 5pm.
Female, aged 20 approx. Black shoulder length hair, tied back pony tail slightly askew. Large earring studs in both ears, (possibly upper ears pierced. I forget) Patterned Navy Scarf/Bandana, wrapped generic. White T-shirt- print goes unnoticed, Gold Necklace hangs just below scarf. Relaxed Black Dinner/Spencer(?) Jacket with (shorter than normal) tails High waisted drop-crotch, heavily tapered from knee-thigh down (what I assume) cotton light indigo-denim coloured pants with a very long button fly. Elastic ends around shins, 3/4 Classic brown Oxford shoes with a slight heel.
Probably would ask her out if it weren't such an awkward situation like the sandwich shop was.
Note to self: Must stop judging people (re:date-worthy) on how steezy their outfit is
Nothing to actually see from the blood test other than a little plaster, how disappointing. The needle was huge though. I think it's the after effect which is far more exciting. It's similar to being a little tipsy, or in my opinion it was.
I fell asleep like a baby last night though. Upon awakening I had the craziest dreams.. and this is where it begins:
I dreamt that I (finally) went to Yale! I lived in a small apartment with a couple friends and some strangers but someone hadn't moved out of my room yet- which is annoying. Murray Bevan used to live there and I was taking his place in the house. First day of Yale there were maori greetings but I couldn't find my class because the place was so big. Looked rather similar to hogwarts (..why? I don't know). Instead I lost the people I was originally with and followed strangers round and we caught a cab to the markets where they had giant candles. Crystalized wax over everything (like bikes) and flower shaped candles that smelt like strawberries..then it got weird.
There was also a flood.
Then at some point I dreamt that my ex had the bike I built her up on trademe. (Although it's hers to do what she wants. HOW DARE SHE).
conclusion..donating/losing blood makes you crazy.
So everyone, i mean EVERYONE tells me I look like my sister and vice versa.. I've always believed it, there really isn't any reason why I shouldn't. Tonight I thought (out of boredom) i'd put it to the test..
Best Dressed
