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[rootofnewt]

okay, bedtime. a whole three-five hours earlier than usual, but i do feel exhausted, so maybe it'll take.

get to look at two houses tomorrow... one in a potentially druggy neighborhood. i'll have to look around in that one--i live in a less than favorable neighborhood now... i'd prefer to escape that.

i get to see xiane tomorrow. :) that will be heartening. i miss her.

and i'll have to figure out what the hell to wear tomorrow. my spirit is telling me "stripey tights and dress." my often-absent common sense is telling me "jeans, because it will be cold and you will be travelling. and for goodness sake, wear a non-black sweater. you need to make a decent impression on future landlords."

this means i'll probably end up in black jeans and a black sweater with a norwegian wool sweater for warmth, just in case.

(or i'll just toss the sensible clothing in a bag with an extra pair of shoes.)

Comments

[sheilamarie.livejournal.com]

The last time Greg and I went apartment hunting he wanted us to be all nice and crap. I explained that we should just go in our normal everyday clothes because if they give us shit we know we shouldn't live there. I don't dress all that odd to begin with and he just wore jeans and a concert t-shirt (a Xymox one I think, which is pretty tame) We actually did get shit from one place, they didn't want to show us any apartments and just kida threw the floorplan at us. The place down the street from us was more then happy to take us into a couple of units and give us a lot of details. Needless to say, we moved into the second place and have been here going on 3 years now :) I say dress warm but be yourself at the same time!

[krasota.livejournal.com]

aye, that's normally my belief, too. at the moment, however, we really need to get the hell out of our apartment.

somehow, i think the stripey tights and black dress are gonna win. my tummy is rumbly and achy, which means wearing a denim waistband would be evil. my tights aren't control-top, so they'd be okay.

of course, driving for two-three hours means that i'll be wearing my nikes. ;) i'll switch to ankle boots before getting out of the car. they're okay for walking, but don't have enough metatarsal support for driving.

*slurp*

at least my cloak is out in indiana for repair work.

and i'm thankful that cville's freak quotient is sufficient to make me look relatively normal. i doubt the landlords will really care. after all, i DO drive a nice old-lady car and i smile a lot.

[ismene.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's not like you have a big mohawk or anything ;)