Boys, Clothes & Talk. How girly.

Constantine is dead. I mean, he was elminated from American Idol last friday night. I didn't cry as much as Paula Abdul, but I wanted to. Oh well, at least he'll get a record deal (a hopeful guess). And I am soo buying it. I was suprised that Anthony Federa and Constantine were in the bottom two. I mean, they were totally getting the female vote - the girls who squeal over Jesse McCartney would have voted for Anthony (who would they vote for in the Federal Elections??), wheras Constantine got the Thinking Woman's vote. ;-)

Do you ever wear clothes and just for a moment you reflect and conclude that, yes, this is totally me. That happened to me yesterday. You see, a lot of the time I wear stuff that I don't think is an expression of my identity. Like jeans and a knitted top - purely warm and functional and not very feminine. However, yesterday I wore a brown cord skirt (Valleygirl $5!) with an uneven hem. It's made out of a number of stips of fabric so that it looks like it's made out of a giant Autumn leaf (I wore it to Valerie's autumnal party on saturday night). The skirt has a "Nightmare Before Christmas"/American Gothic vibe.

Valerie's party was aptly held in Canterbury Pressy Church Hall (quasi-gothic interior). I only knew a couple of people and I don't really like introducing myself. Thankfully Bei-en and Paul (people I did know) introduced me to a few people. But after introductions, I don't have much else to say, since I don't like chit-chat. Actually, I haven't yet found anyone who has confessed to loving smalltalk. If it's the case that we all hate it then this makes social interaction all the more absurd. My Uncle Andrew put it like this [in response to his 9yo daughter's question about what adults talk about]: "You can just say anything. It doesn't matter, as long as it's inane. There's no connection between what's going on in here (points to head) and what's going on here (points to group of people standing around in the circle)."