Cuttley Bear

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104--Cuttley Bear: The L Word 5--Monday through Thursday

rmmanuel

on April 23, 2008

I'm very worried about this weekend's UT conference, because I don't know what to wear! I have this professor-style jacket that's cordoroy with patches on the elbows. There's a leadership angle, so I could wear a suit, or maybe a polo to dress down and be accessible.

….but I don't want to be THAT accessible. If the audience is too comfy, it encourages the rabble. Don't want that.

Plus, if I'm presenting and get self-conscious, I'll get nervous. I don't deal well with nerves. I was told to imagine everyone naked while I'm talking, but I'm VERY influenced by my sorroundings. And taking your clothes off during a speech is frowned upon…..at least that's been my experience.

I have my "look good for the ex" outfit already planned….yep, my only joy lately has come from holding my exs' interest. I don't mean that as a euphemism. They're all happily dating, which makes it all the more fun to watch them ignore their dates.

It started earlier this year as an accident and now it's becoming a reason to go to events that I'd rather not. AND….it's really, really, REALLY funny.

Other than the clothes I'm almost all squared up, but I never did get my "credibility" glasses. I'm going to go shopping AGAIN for them tomorrow. I think I'm going to just pick up some low perscription reading glasses, and then return them when I get back…..I feel dishonest just thinking about it, but I know I won't continue to like them.

I went back to look at the glasses that I knew I liked and….I absolutely HATED them. How can I sink money into something that I will hate the next day….even if it's only $20 to $50?

Still. I am going to need them…. I say that because I ran into someone who's lived in the same neighborhood as me, for YEARS. She thinks I went to school with her son. He's 18. ….It's been a while since I got that young, but….. man!

It's weird to have to convince people that I'm actually an adult. It was weird when I was 20….at this point it's getting insane.

I guess if things don't work out, I can just move to another city and tell everyone I just graduated. When they ask me how old I am, I'll just tell turn it around on them…..

Stranger: How old are you?

Me: Are you trying to steal my identity, you freak!

Stranger: I'm 94 year's old and trying to fix you up with someone who works in the home.

Me: Likely story, you twisted theif!!!!