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Here I am, waiting to go out. Waiting for my roommates to be girls. And, I very much don't feel like one. I don't even know how to put my own make up on. She had to help me. Pathetic and ridiculous. I like getting dressed up. I just don't know how to do it. So, I generally don't.

It took me about 15 minutes to put on my nothing-special clothes, and a bit of eyeshadow and lip gloss and I was "kiss of approval" done. Or, as done as done is going to be.

I don't have anything to match my necklace. If I wear this, then I can't wear that. Right? But, I don't really have any other options. I guess I need to develop a collection. It will happen over the years.

We were really excited to go out at first. And then we became old ladies.

"I have nothing to wear."
"Me neither."

"I'm tired."
"My head hurts."

"Did you hear it's techno?"
"How are we gonna dance to that?"

"Okay, well, let's just go."
"Yeah, okay. We can leave when we get there."

Well, here goes. Nonetheless, I'm quite excited. I just wish I knew how to be a girl god damnit!