I am being very colorful today. Possibly because it's kind of a dreary day, but probably mostly because it's just me being me. I've got on a pink button down shirt, a red dress and my yellow zebra stripe footless tights, which sort of look more like leggings cause there longer than they should be. Any way add that to the orange hair and purple glasses and I am a riot of color. And possibly poor fashion sense, but that's okay cause I'm not planning on leaving the house. I'm working on actually finishing the third season of Doctor Who and then the second season of Torchwood. Then maybe the forth season of Doctor Who. But I think that's a bit more than I can actually manage.

In other news I hate my subconscious. I dreamed about the ex again last night. You know the one I broke up with just over a year ago. Yeah I don't know either. But it was long and complex and had us getting married but then he still didn't have any time for me or really care what I did. And the the guy from work who likes me showed up and was trying to get me to leave the ex but I wouldn't and it was all very weird.

Tomorrow is mismatch day at work. The roommate and I are having way to much fun with it. I'm wearing blue and white, horizontally striped pants and a lime green vertically striped shirt. My socks will be mismatched and I've got hoops in one ear and mismatched studs in the other. My hair will be a bun on one side and either a pig-tail or a braid on the other side.

The roommate is wearing a Hawaiian shirt with a hot pint flower pattern shirt under it, and a blue flowered skirt. The skirt has slits on the side so she's going to buy two different pairs of knee high socks and wear one of each, and she's wearing two different colors of eye shadow.

Guess I did a good job dressing myself today. I was complemented on my whole out fit, my shoes, my shirt and my hair at various times through out my work day.

Now I'm home, and my feet hurt, so I'm glad to be here. Yay two days off now.

And ice cream, I have ice cream and that is also a good thin.

I finally rememberd to call my dad. Good for me I've been meaning to since Sunday. I got back to school and relized that I had left vitaly inportant stuff at home. Mainly the magazines I need for resurch for my english final.

I sundenly missed my viloa a little while ago. I hadn't been playing it at all so I thought it was safe for me to bring it home. Wrong, just as soon as I don't have it I feel the need to create music that wont send people running like my singing does some times. Man this sucks.

Sometimes I think I should be locked up, and at others I wonder if people are embarised to be seen with me in public. If I cared I might not want to be seen in public with me. What brings this up is what I have some how managed to end up wearing for clothes today. Lime green plastic flip-flops, baggy jeans I stole from my brother, black slevless muscel shirt, gold green satin long sleave shirt about 3 sizes to big. I clash with myself for gods sake, blue green hair looks wierd with green gold. I think I should be conserned about my sences of fashion but some how I can't make myself care.