Friday, October 31, 2003

I dressed up as a battered wife today, at school. I wore a black and white polka-dotted dress with a sweetheart neckline. Drew in some very real looking bruises and prepared to offend.

"What are you dressed up as?"

"Guess."

"Cruella de Vil?"

"A battered housewife."

"You're sick. That's disgusting."

"Heh heh."

In Politics today, we had Bistro Day. Ate homemade cookies and brownies and drank virgin marguaritas and daiquieries straight from the in-class blender. Political chats were interrupted by musical interludes by our in-house jazz band. And sly remarks were made by my in-school heartthrob. It was a wicked cool hour.

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