Feeling pretty and turning heads

Today I am wearing my self-made gothic skirt. It's very long, and I have to haul it upto my bra to not trip over it, but it looks amazing and I can see people's heads turning. It feels good to feel pretty.

Last night, Tommy and I hauled Johnny to our place, where he had dinner with us. We ate curry with mushrooms and rice, but since the lack of milk, it was more soup than sauce. We talked and talked and talked. Johnny and I played a real duet! Finally! We always say we're going to play a duet but then he ends up playing solo's all night and I just stare in awe. *smile* But last night, I played some chordschemes I knew and he made a solo to it. As soon as I started listening to his solo I lost track of the chordscheme but I improvised. It was so much fun!

He massaged my shoulders (mmmmh...warm hands on my shoulders) because I was tense after a day of internet, and when he left around one, I took a shower. When I took of my t-shirt, I felt the skin on my back tingle. It was all sensitive and soft. It felt good. The knots that were tied in my muscles were all gone.
Well, I had promised Johnny a massage with oil and it looks like it's going to happen on Thursday. I'll make lavenderoil (with my new book on 'the healing use of herbs' I know how) and play my new-age cd. Yes. Looking forward to it, really.

I really want a boyfriend. I just have to watch out I don't take the first person that is available without feeling crazy about that someone.

First day at school. Starting with 'Professional Ethics' followed by 'Language Control'. The names of the subjects just keep getting better every year. I heard in the third year they have a subject called 'Creative Writing'. I'm glad I want to go towards the radio-television.

First day in school...Same ol' same ol'

Bwaahahahahaha!! *Evil laughter*

Okay, so I was dressed up gothic for today, the special occasion that was my first day in school. The following is a conversation my old classmates had with me when they saw me in the cafeteria (het Rondeel).



Old classmate 1: Hey, Gothy!
Old classmete 2: Wow, Jane, that is a nice skirt you're wearing.
I: thank you! It has 3 metres of fabric.
Old classmate 3: It's really long
I: I made it myself!
2: You made it?
I: Yes.
3: But that necklace is a bit too much.
2: Yes, that's a bit weird.
I: It's a pentacle.
2: A bit wrong, isn't it?
3: Is it a satan's star?
I: No, it's a pentacle. A pentacle is a five-pointed star. The four lower points are the four elements, the upper point is for the mind. It means: 'Mind over matter'.
1: It looks a bit like a Jew-star.
I: If the point is downward it's a satan's star, but this is a pentacle. A good one.
2: I think it's a bit demonic.
3: It's a satan's star.
I: Yes, and I'm not really drinking coffee. It looks like coffee but really, it's blood!
2: You're weird.
3: You're a weird satanist.
I: Yeah, wahtever. See you around.


Then I walked off, shaking my head. People are so ignorant. At least Johnny could laugh about it. I've had fun. I think tomorrow I'll wear my spiked necklace. Dog-collar. *Grin*

I also seemed to be able to insult Nyna by making a comment on wheter or not her goth dress was coming along nicely. She ran off. I couldn't see wheter she was crying or not.