girl school

Sometimes I'm convinced that I somehow missed Girl School classes when I was little. Y'know, the school where girls go to learn how to put on makeup without botching it up, walk on high heels, be graceful and elegant, hairstuff, and shop for clothes. I've gotten worse since I started freelancing at home. My morning grooming/"beauty" routine usually consists of taking a shower, putting on moisturizer (or else my face dries up like an overbaked Shrinkydink(tm)), finding a clean t-shirt and my comfy/baggy pants. Sometimes the latter matches, sometimes not. I let my hair air-dry and have sometimes gone an entire day without brushing it, finger-combing it at my desk instead. And then I start writing. I still dislike clothes shopping. Don't get me wrong...I like getting new clothes that I enjoy wearing. It's just the shopping part that I'm not crazy about, the effort of picking something interesting-looking from the clothes rack, waiting for a changeroom that probably doesn't have any mirrors so you have to go out into the store to see how you look, having to remove clothing then put on the store clothes, fending off over-enthusiastic sales clerks who tell you how fabulous you look no matter what you put on, removing the store clothing, putting your regular clothing back on, realizing you forgot to bring a brush so that your static hair is sticking to everything around you. I'm exhausted just typing all that. I was much more self-conscious about the lack Proper Girl Education when I was in high school, where I sometimes felt like an alien on another planet compared to most other high school girls. I was awkward, ungainly, painfully shy, geeky. Never went on a single date, never went to my high school prom. Oddly enough, however, I wasn't terribly unhappy. I knew I was different, but I didn't care most of the time, perhaps because I wasn't that interested in the boys in my high school, and perhaps because I had plenty of interesting things to do in my life already. Or maybe my subconscious has rewritten history for me, softening the rough edges so I can look back at my childhood without cringing. In any case, I find that despite the lack of proper Girl School education, I'm quite content these days. A little scruffy-looking at times, but content. :-) Links/News: NaNoWriMo update: 37,447 words written, 12,553 to go. Actor James Coburn has died at age 74. New York Times Unbelieveable...someone's trying to sue McDonald's for causing obesity in children? Gimme a break. Source: Newsday.com Chances of earth getting hit by an asteroid are low, according to News24.com. Ah good, now I can get some sleep. One year ago, I raved about Ray Bradbury. Also posted samples from my childhood autograph collection. Five years ago, Annie Walker was desperate for Teletubbies. Blatherpic: Updated My Life In A Nutshell.