a rare fashion...thing

AGH there are clothes all over my bed because the skirt I wanted to wear today no longer fits. Like, it doesn't quite slide off my hips onto the floor, but I'm pretty sure all it would have taken would have been a slight tug. So then I tried on one of my dresses (I am trying this thing where I wear skirts all week, because otherwise I don't wear my skirts), except I didn't like the look for just going to classes -- closer to business-wear. And the pretty floral dress I wore for graduation -- that I think I'll wear tomorrow. So I am in the denim pencil skirt I wore yesterday, which is the only skirt I have that I can just wear with t-shirts and also goes with anything, because, well, denim. It is also my favorite skirt, so this is not necessarily a hardship, I am just irritated that my other favorite skirt NO LONGER FITS ARGH.

But I really like the way my hips look in this skirt. Pencil skirts and heels are sexy, y'all. (Of course, it would be nice if I stopped tripping over my heels, but I pretty much have to wear heels with this skirt; flip-flops don't quite do it otherwise. Also, have I mentioned? I am short.) (Also, in the news of "Bedlam is shallow", I keep stopping in the stairwell and staring at my reflection in the window. REALLY SHALLOW, GUYS. But pretty.)

I know, I always go for the facts that NO ONE SEES COMING

Guys, the thrilling conclusion of my Medieval England paper: it really sucked to be a civilian in medieval Europe. Or anyone, really. But mostly a civilian peasant.

Unfortunately, I still have quite a bit of the page requirement for this paper to muse on this. Also this wasn't my actual prompt ("How central was warfare to medieval society?"), but I'll deal with that later.

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So I wrote my paper, then double-spaced it and realized it came up about three-quarters of a page short, which means RAGE and also that I have to write another paragraph, which, okay, I can do.

Also, I am listening to my Peter/Narnia playlist, which I haven't listened to in a while, and...I forgot that one of my tear-trigger songs was on this playlist, which translated to me suddenly going tearful and wondering what the hell was going on. The New Pornographers, for those that are wondering.

...I should probably switch playlists back to Sugarland, because we are coming up on the Final Sundering section of the playlist, and I can't write because I keep crying.

(Here is something fascinating about this playlist: it is from Narnia's POV. SO YES REALLY FUCKING TRAGIC. GOD SO YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME LONESOME WHEN YOU GO AND I'LL BE SEEING YOU WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING MAKING PLAYLISTS I CAN'T ACTUALLY LISTEN TO AM I INSANE?)