aubli

goth night last night was grand. saw a few people i recognized from winter break... wish i could be a regular too, they're good folks, and their dance floor is *fantastic.* has just the right proportions of slipperiness vs. resistance - you never have to worry about losing your balance but nevertheless, with a little bit of focus, you can slide about on top of it like a skater in an ice rink. sweetness and light. got three compliments on my dancing (yes, i keep track... *hangs head* ) and saw breakdancers, too. perhaps when i get super strong (GRAWRR!) and move from pull-ups to handstands i'd be able to play with breakdancing? crazy. the thought makes me laugh, but still...

hehe.

did nifty makeupness, too - wish i had pics. perhaps i'll recreate it sometime, *sigh.* but yeah. and still have to get pics of my hair posted - it's faded just marginally and now i wholly like it. is not quite as shocking as before, but still most sincerely purple. wore it up in two twisted buns with a golden sun sequin on the center of my forehead and white dots extending out from it along my brow line, a white line down the center of my nose and my ears painted up with white stripes. i adore painting my ears with white stripes. all together it looked awesome, i tell you.

i danced and danced and danced and sweat purple. it rocked.

incidentally, people who spend practically the entire night sitting next to my sister xie trying to pressure her into dancing suck. especially when they smoke the whole night through as well. early on, each time i got tired from dancing and needed a moment to recuperate i'd go over and sit by her, and i quickly started feeling really ill. so after i realized what was going on i didn't get to sit with her again all night. suck. though i was able to breathe, which was nice - if i'd kept on alternating between dancing and inhaling second-hand poisons, i probably would have dropped like a fly. i just can't do it. i almost wonder if that fact that i'm in better shape lately actually makes that kind of thing worse. or maybe it's just that i hadn't gotten to be in a club for so very long.

my arms rock hard. lol... i wouldn't even call it vanity, i think i'm just plain full of myself.

dreamed last night that i was in an enormous underground shopping center - a regular subterrainian mecca city made up of stores, in which i was being pursued by some kind of team (more like swat team, not a team in a game) that intended to capture me. i don't know why. my pursuers were of varying demographics and abilities - i was temporarily caught by this little old lady who seemed almost to be hunting me not of her own will but because of some larger underlying social mechanism of this place of which i was unaware...

i saw two teenagers knock over a sewing store - i was with the little old lady who was making yarn purchases before she went to turn me in, and saw these two nervous teenagers awkwardly pulling out their guns and having a hurried conference together before they made their intentions known to the cashier. they saw me staring and before they could do something foolish like shoot me i asked them if they'd let me slip out before they got underway.

with much sneaking and many close calls i actually made it to the surface lobby of the enormous complex before i was brought to heel. i think there was only that one outlet to the outside world, so i began to realize that it was useless to contest the point. they weren't going to let me get out.

i don't know what exactly they wanted, and it didn't seem wholly threatening, but being pursued with the threat of capture looming over your head is enough, i guess. it was a curious world. i could probably make it out of the hands of this group and live in hiding there, underground among the stores, but i don't think i was ever actually getting out. when i woke up i kind of wished i could resume the dream to find out more about the place and the people and just what was going on.

back to real life - ttfn.