in sex and gender, the professor told us that the best career investment for a woman is breast implants. he wasn't encouraging that or anything, it was just an example of how pathetic and sex-obsessed our society is. jeez! does it even matter how good of a writer i am? if i want to sell my novels, do i have to go and flaunt my "jiggling jigglies" (laura comes up with the most interesting euphemisms...) in the editor's face? humph! well, i don't think jk rowling, tamora pierce, and anne mccaffrey had to do that, so neither will i. plus, i rarely leave my room or the bathroom wearing anything that bares anything more than my arms, ankles, and neck. sure, it's silly that i don't wear shorts and/or a tank top when it's hot out, but i'm a very modest person. my gray hoodie is my security blanket. my mom even made me this funky green outfit over the summer, but she made the top weird - it has a big neckline and slit sleeves. i don't know what she was thinking when she made it, and my sister even told her that i probably wouldn't wear something styled like that. well, i only wore it once, for the alpha planetarium reading (complete with my "panda porn star" ears). i wore the pants for thanksgiving, and they're perfectly fine, but the top is just weird. i like how the outfit makes me look like a pudgy little elf though.
alrighty, i have stuff to do. i'll probably be at the studio for the next few hours, working on my dragon neighborhood. hooray for masking tape, glue, and seashells!
