What is our world of superficiality coming to?
Anyway, since nothing of great importance has occurred in my life of late, I have decided to present these small, mildly-amusing events in my latest entry for the purpose of pure (or not-quite-so-pure
) entertainment. 
First off, my keen eyes for references are working in overdrive. Ever since the ADB trailer hit the 'net, my fellows in marketing have developed an obsession with rubber ducks (I had acutally seen this trailer two days in a row on a big screen many weeks previous at the Burbank con, not to mention I'd seen the movie only days ago then, so my obsession-development came long beforehand...). I made mention of the ones already in my posession in my last entry, but I feel the need to delve deeper...er...so to speak...
The first cosmic sign, as I call it, came last week. I had run out of viable pants to wear due to my shortage of warmer clothing and my laziness when it comes to doing laundry, so I put together an outfit that went with a pair of navy blue shorts I own. I'd worn that particular shirt many times, given that it's my class shirt from ninth grade (and it fits me so well, too), so I didn't even think when I picked it out. It soon got warm enough in the house to take my bathrobe off and just live like an outwardly-stable human being for a while, so I went into my bathroom to hang it up. I was facing the mirror as I did so, and the first thing that hit me was "There's a duck on my chest!" Sure enough, the front design on the shirt features a bright yellow rubber duck to accompany our ninth-grade theme of "So Fresh and So Clean" for our freshman status. The small picture is situated over the right...um, side of the chest (
) and my hair had draped over the left. I might as well have been standing in the "eve pose" despite my fully-clothed-ness. 
The next two stories take much less time and verbiage to tell: By sheer coincidence, my mom bought a new hand towel for my bathroom that happens to be embroidered with the image of...you guessed it...a rubber duck. The way my bathroom is set up, though, I have a seperate hand towel from my sisters (for reasons I don't wish to explain), so I never use that one. Second, I had a big realization mid-week. No, nothing immensely profound, just a logistical error I had made. I was taking a shower and it hit me: "Oh my g-d! I left my bathrobe on the floor of my bedroom and all of the curtains are open!
" I did know where my towel was ( 
), but STILL, people, I have neighbors! 
I managed to get out unnoticed, making me more stealthy than...some. 
Lastly, I was rearranging aspects of my bathroom (still stuck on that place!) and I noticed that my sister had been taking poor care of a few posessions, namely her rubber duck "collection" (seriously, she leaves the things everywhere! I found one just today as I was cleaning another room.) which had been gathering water. Driven by some odd compulsion to clean them, I stepped into the tub and squeezed each one out until it was empty. It wasn't until I'd finished when I realized that I could've done this over the sink or something. Talk about inefficiency, among other things!
So, if your mind has been sufficiently warped by my anecdotes, why not check out this little sub-album of mine on Photobucket. I went shopping with a friend yesterday at the Century City Shopping Mall (or, more properly, Westfield Shoppingtown Century City) and she insisted on taking pictures. I only uploaded those of myself so as not to inadvertantly tick her off, though one (albeit a distorted one) shows both of us. Perhaps these will offer you the chance to see my outward, mentally-competent self, or perhaps I'm just putting a face to the mess I outlined for you in here. Either way, it's open for perusal (my guest password is "insider", no caps).
Oh, and one last thing: I've entered my avatar in the arena to compete this coming monday (December 25). It's a bit of an "un-merry Christmas" gift from me, if you get my drift. The description might explain a thing or two
. Until another time, best wishes from the girl who mentally called herself by the wrong name once or twice in the very early morning. 
I love obsessing over things and making connections everywhere... *cough*Stargate*cough*
Hmm...I used to have a rubber ducky. Don't know where it is now...
I hate forgeting my robe. But my shower is in my basement so it doen't really matter. And we only really have one neighbor that may be able to see into our house, and they wouldn't be able to see me when I come upstairs. The only bad thing is that I have to walk by the front door to get to my room.
I can't seem to see the photobucket album...