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My friend Ellora and I got together today to hang out and generally do the girly thing and watch "She's the Man" (which is awesome, by the way), eat ice cream and popcorn, and talk about band. Also about her ex; she's coming off a break-up, so. *shrugs* They're both in band, both in the same section, and marching band starts next week. Eek?

Marching! This makes me happy. This also freaks me out, because oh my god, schoo is in a month. Ish.

Also, see this? This is me totally not writing the Winter City flashback scene where a lame (literally), broken Danny has just lost his NYPD job and is gambling on horses at the racetrack, and a brutal, manipulative Stella shows up to completely ruin his life. I mean, it would be totally cool, but no. I'm trying to deal with the nightmare that is Schrodinger's Nightmare right now.

trying to get myself back in the mood for school

Now, the best way to do it would probably be to go practice sax, since marching band does start next week, but you know what? School means Tolo. And Tolo means pretty dresses. So. Pretty dresses.

Floaty. I like.
Looks a lot like last year's Tolo dress, which is okay seeing as I really, really liked last year's dress.
This would be last year's dress. God, I love this dress. I look amazing in it.
Maybe? I sit the fence on this one.
I think I like this one. I also think I have a type.
Yes. Very feminine. I like.
This is really pretty. I like it. I'm not sure why. It's not my usual type.
Possibly pretty?
Swoosh!
Fluffy is not exactly what I mean, but it's close enough.
Cute! But it doesn't come in any of my colors.
Reminds me of waterfalls. God, I definitely have a type.
Yeah, yeah, I have a type.
Maybe I should just take up wearing the same dress every formal.