#merplot

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Ahh I just got a really amazing christmas card from the lovely Mer! She even included an awesome FASHUN sketch that I am going to frame because it's rad as hell. 

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merplot replied to your post: I have to read aloud to a class of 8-year-olds for...

oh god why. Bring yogurt, I heard kids like that stuff

Actually, for my new job (same place I've always worked, just a different department), I'm going to have to be doing stuff like this all the time. I'm pretty desperate for employment and it was a very generous offer from my boss, so I couldn't say no even if it's not what I'd prefer to be doing. Plus, I figure my oration and kid-friendly skills could use some work anyway. [/positive spin]

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My brother and sister-in-law got wood rings cut from the same African tree.

I never answered this for some reason and the time has passed to publish it and have it be relevant (in short, I suck), but that is awesome.  I could get behind something like that.

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Dear person Im jealous of

You know, I'm not a very jealous person, so it was hard for me to answer this. But the person I immediately thought of is who I'll direct this at. I shouldn't be jealous of you. At least not anymore. It's a bit silly and a bit too stereotypically female, and thus, I don't want to confess to it. But I suppose it should be said that I suppose I've always been a little jealous of you - back before you even dated a boy who I would also date three years later (hell, we even all hung out once). I don't think you're a terrible person and I know that you're probably as insecure, if not moreso, as the rest of us. But I suppose you've always represented the sort of recognition and unattainable coolness I secretly wanted to achieve. You knew about all the bands I listen to five years before I'd even heard of them. You had a blue Chelsea cut when you were 14. You caught every pop culture reference from the past thirty years without batting an eyelash. It's weird to think you were probably equally jealous of me, because it doesn't seem to me that I had anything to offer that should've intimidated you in the least. By all rights, we should've gotten along- we had a lot of similar interests and sensibilities (and, as it would turn out, tastes in men). But for some reason, we never did. Not in any real capacity, anyway. You're married now, but it still gives me the weirdest feeling of envy to think back to the LJ entries I read of yours and know that, even in terms of my significant other, I'm still riding your coattails on the counterculture express. I shouldn't view it like that, and for the most part, I don't - good things fall apart so better things can come together, etc., and I'm glad we didn't date back then because we probably wouldn't be dating right now. But there was a part of me, in the very early stages of realizing I had feelings for my boyfriend (which truthfully was over a span of months even if it took an awfully long time for me to admit it to myself, for several reasons), that assumed I was reading all the signs wrong because if he'd dated someone as cool as you, why would he ever possibly be interested in me? The truly comedic thing is that when you found out we were dating, your reaction was to say, "oh, well they did always get along. . .", which couldn't be further from the truth - until a year and a half ago, we didn't even speak to one another (and even both assumed the other was stuck-up/disliked us, based on some pretty hilarious mutual conflations of reality). So I guess you felt just as inferior, as strange as that seems. In an alternate reality, I think we probably could've been friends, but life has a strange sense of humor. I suppose there isn't room for two riot grrls in a small town. But, I'll give you The Misfits if I can take The Smiths, and we'll call a truce.

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merplot replied to your post: Welp, burnt that bridge.

TEACH ME YOUR METHODS

Haha, well, did you ever have a guy in your graduating class that you never talked to excepting a particular incident in which he insulted your shoes and whom you only knew because he once dated a friend of a friend and was a good friend of a mutual friend/co-worker? If so, you should probably go to a bar with him, get invited to a couple of his parties, get drunk and flirt, and then end up making out at one of said parties after you exchange mix tapes and date a few weeks later. That's all I got.

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merplot replied to your photo: But though the truth may vary, this ship will...

what make-up do you use fool? I gotsta know

Haha, well, my answer is going to be a disappointment, I think. I don't really wear make-up very often; usually only when I go out or for a special occasion. What I have on here is a) some super-old Physician's Formula concealer that I should probably throw away (seriously, I bought it in high school), b) some 2-year-old Covergirl foundation, c) not-so-old Covergirl pressed powder blush, d) Bare Escentuals marcara (my mom bought it for me for Christmas. . . otherwise I wouldn't have paid nearly as much), e) Snazaroo cake-based face paint for eyeliner (literally the same stuff I do cat faces with; I have better line control than with pencils and the end result is the same), and f) some cheap Rimmel lipstick I picked up in the dollar bin at Wal-Mart.

Oh, and if I'm not wearing eyeliner, I always dust my lids with some equally old Physician's Formula "brightening powder". And use cheapo Smackers brow gel.

I have no secrets. D; Except maybe the Snazaroo. I find it exceedingly difficult to get nice results with actual eyeliner, and I can paint wings/cat eyes in my sleep with a paint brush and this stuff.

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How long have you been an Arashi fan?

It started in the summer of 2008~ I went up to LA to see Glay, and my friend Zoe was like "hey, do you like shenanigans involving charming dudes who occasionally touch each other's butts?" and I was like, "YES, ACTUALLY, AS A MATTER OF FACT I DO." Then she showed me a compilation of Aiba Masaki's attempts at English (which has long since been pulled from YT, curses) that included such gems as "YOU ARE WAIT." and "YOU LIKE BIRD? BIRD!" It was really all a downward spiral from there. 

They wormed their way into my heart.

Like so:

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merplot replied to your post: Apparently my phobia of driving is so bad that I’m...

Driving is really daunting when you first start out. I got a panic attack the first time I drove.. somehow I got through it. I avoided getting my license for three years. But it really does get easier the more you do it.           

merplot replied to your post: Apparently my phobia of driving is so bad that I’m...

Plus, I think you’re negatively labeling yourself things like “uncoordinated”, which is strange to hear from someone who creates handicrafts and walks gracefully in high heels. The more you drive, the more confident you’ll get, I promise!

I got panic attacks when I drove back in high school, too, and I used to have muscle tension aches that would last for days afterward. When I've driven more recently, I've been less tense, but I still feel like I'm not trying hard enough/not alert enough if I get too comfortable. Especially since I tend to start making dumb mistakes once I do manage to ease up and think "okay, this isn't so bad, I'm doing good". =/ I also get overwhelmed easily. . . I turned wide into a street the last time I drove, and a car was pulling up to a stop sign in the other lane. I thankfully avoided hitting the other car, but I should've braked, since my mom was screaming at me to do so. But it was like I was watching the situation from a thousand miles away and I'd lost the ability to react preventively and could only watch in horror as I brought about the inevitable. Thus, I worry what I'd do in heavier traffic.

And haha, I may be able to walk/balance in heels, but I don't think I walk gracefully anywhere. XD I know I can't maintain a straight line even in flats. People used to joke that I was drunk in junior high because I'd weave from side-to-side unconsciously in an empty hallway. I'm also terrible at sports and anything that involves a remote degree of spatial awareness. Motion is hard! The saying is that I only appear graceful when I'm sitting still. I guess what I mean to say is that I'm not coordinated when things involve a variable other than myself.