Found the *perfect* collar. Go me.

Did you know that you get weird looks if you — a clean-cut, non-goth-looking teenage girl — go into a PetCo and start trying on leather dog collars? Funny, that.


Nightwatch is coming out November 7th. Where in the world did I get November 16th? 39 days… Squee! ::giddy smile::

I went shopping for a dress for Homecoming today. Conclusion: I am dead sexy. I hope it’s not a matter of “well, it looked good in the store”. I love my new outfit! Hurrah! Anyway, while shopping around, I mentioned to my mom some of the things I would need for my Angua costume (as Halloween is only a month away), and we scouted out shirts and shoes and skirts and such. I found the perfect shirt and the most wonderful pair of sandals — I’m wearing them now.

So life is wonderful. This morning, I was fairly miserable, as I had slept badly and I was getting sicker. I had to wake up early for photography class, which was evil and boring, because we were taking pictures of the other students in a “studio” environment. I hate staged pictures, which is ironic because I live for theatre. I ended up spending the three hours alternately standing around, then occasionally taking pictures of plants outside and Carolyn’s cat. Bah. Then, at lunch, I went to the Macaroni Grill, which I haven’t been to in months, only to find that they redid the menu and mutilated my favourite dish. My mom told me to smile, because I was in a fairly deep slump by this point, but all was futile. Then, suddenly, while waiting in the bathroom, I decided that I would smile. And the instant I started smiling, I started feeling better. Then the realization that smiling was making me feel better made me feel even better than that. The day went up from there.

Moral of the Story: Be happy, and you’ll be happy.

Friday Five!

1. What are your favorite ways to relax and unwind?

Listen to music, CG, and chat with Alicey, Mon, and co. on Y!M.

2. What do you do the moment you get home from work/school/errands?

Go online, duh. I read my friends’ weblogs, my email, and my webcomics, then t00b off on other silly matters.

3. What are your favorite aromatherapeutic smells?

I’ve never really been fond of aromatherapy. Pure air always works best for me. Perfumey stuff makes me gag.

4. Do you feel more relaxed with a group of friends or hanging out by yourself?

I feel more relaxed by myself, but I love the group dynamic, especially when out dining with my friends. Fun stuff!

5. What is something that you feel is relaxing but most people don’t?

Acting out scenes from shows/books/etc with myself. Yes, I am a loser.

Stolen from Britt:

1. What does your first name mean?

Priscilla means “heiress”, or “spinster”. Thank you, mom and dad.

2. Your middle name, do you have one?


3. What does your middle name mean?

“My parents wanted a boy”.

Actually, I should be glad. They considered “Morris”, which would have given me permanent PMS. Now I’m just PNS, which is not very fun once you insert the proper vowels.

4. What about that last name?

Spencer, which I think derives from the French “dispenser”, meaning “to sell”. says “English, designated a person who dispensed the provisions generally.” Go me.

5. So, if you were to put the meanings of all your names together, what would it say?

Spinster who should have been a boy that dispenses general provisions. Go me.

6. If you’d been born the opposite sex, what would your parents have named you?

Morris, after my grandfather, or Nelson, after my dad.

Yay, had fun today! During lunch, we had our first of several “Daisy Days”, in which the entire grade gets together and takes a break from our monotonous day-to-day schedules. They gave us baseball caps with 03 on them, and we lined up for yummy Chick Fil A chicken strips. Then we bugged the DJ into playing “Time Warp” for us, as he didn’t have “Bohemian Rhapsody”. Marcelina, Chungy, a girl who I have forgotten, and I did the accompanying dance, and CameraBoy filmed us. Then we stopped and ate more chicken and rolls and such.

A few songs later, he started karaoke, so I coerced Chungy into doing “The Saga Begins” with me. Unfortunately, Don McLean’s version is two verses longer than Weird Al’s, so we had some interesting issues near the end. Chungy abandoned me, leaving me with Rachel B (suddenly an insanely obsessive Star Wars fan), Helen, and some other sci-fi nerd types. Hurrah! Afterwards, Rachel and I sang other Star Wars parodies to ourselves as we watched others making fools of themselves. Yay. Lola became Yoda. Copacabana became Star Wars Cantina. YMCA became YODA. The Star Wars Gangsta Rap remained the Star Wars Gangsta Rap.

Then we had to go back to class.