why yes her head's fine

there is nothing going on in my life today. nothing out of the ordinary, anyway. so i think i'm going to stir the doldrum that is my being and create a whirlpool of non-issues and inanities.

to start off, lemme just say that donning a uniform everyday is curtailing my sensibilities and creative juices. and so i give props to the inventors of accessories, scarves and coats. thanks to them i can dress my uniform up and still look decent. a challenge, i must say. hahaha. and oh, green is the new black. learn it, live it, love it.

and haha, because i can't go wrong in a uniform [??], i know better to castigate major fashion faux pas i encounter daily.

dress code disaster number one: print on print. now, there are some people who can pull this off so if you are not one of them, please spare the trial and error and save yourself a little dignity. polkadots [large, obvious ones] don't go too well with equally bold and bright stripes. if your stripes are teensy weensy to the extent of using a microscope to see the print, then go ahead wear it with other prints. as long as, of course, they have the same tone or hue as the other.

dress code disaster number two: bandannas. it's perfectly fine to put on bandannas, definitely adds color and style. but bandannas tied around your head to make you look like naruto is a bit off. reminds me of dao ming su in meteor garden... in 2003! clearly, the look worked well for him [but it was tacky nonetheless] but he was gwapo so he got away with it. but you, you're not.

dress code disaster number three: me in a uniform.

dress code disaster number four: clothes that make you say, "eep! what is that hideous thing?" especially when it comes from a designer label. you see, nice clothes don't have to cost much. just because it says [insert designer's name here] means you have to grab it since you can afford it. it's a formula for disaster.

that didn't cheer me up. i'm still boring myself to death! rawr.

in other news, as i was crossing the street yesterday, a motorbike which came from nowhere, cut where i was walking. and like any sane, decent person would do, i growled at the biker. as in catlike, rawr with my right hand poised like a furious feline about to strike. yep. my definition of normal exactly.

oh incoherence! i know thee well!

i was thinking of an adjective that would best describe me. the challenge is to come up with a word that starts with the same letter as my name. duh. [this was the GTKY thing jeri used for his class] not only can i not  find an adjective that starts with the letter x, i also cannot find any adjective that goes with xaris. i do declare, xaris is a stand alone noun. it cannot be described by any other word. its essence cannot be encapsulated! ahahaha. not even a lexicon master can begin to describe xaris.

holler like a banshee and raise your left foot if you agree.
awe yeah.