That Was The Week That Was

I am woeful about updating my LJ at the moment, so let me recap ma week so far.

1. I am running out of clothes that fit, which resulted in me having to buy new clothes and also looking for a bra that still fit me - ended up with one I bought online a while ago but was too small. It's no longer too small. It's pale blue and pretty. However, the new white top I bought is a leeetle lower in the cleavage than I thought. Not quite as low as I thought when I looked down at it, because of my vantage point, which went something like 'omg, boobies!'. Straight on in the mirror, however, it wasn't noticeable. That's fine, I thought. No one at work will be looking down my top.
   
   Of course, I'd kind of forgotten that everyone at work is six inches taller than me.



2. I had my hair dyed again last week and, as usual for a few weeks after, it's kind of bright and awesome at the moment. So to celebrate the awesome and the new skirt I also bought this weekend gone, I bought some new makeup - a little darker than I usually wear to work but I look pretty in it and I always like to rock the goth thing when I can ::g::
   
   Today, someone from another department told me that she loved my hair and the colour suited me. Great. Always nice to get compliments. Then she went on to tell me that she loved the makeup too, and how much that suited me, how it brought the colour in my cheeks out and how I looked really 'healthy' now.
   
   So apparently I normally look like a walking corpse.
   
   ...
   
   There's only one thing I can say to that.
   
   Braaaaaaaaaaains.



3. I stumbled across some comments a few days ago about how people who write het, and in particular people who write one of my het OTPs, are all 'teenage girls'. I got all grargh! about it, which for me involves 'say nothing and wonder, rather snarkily, if I should change the byline of my journal to 'not a teenage girl'.
   
   Then today while clearing out my inbox at lunch on my phone I reread one of the comments from a thread I was tracking on a friend's journal, wherein someone had stumbled across the post and commented that in her experience, everyone who wrote slash was a teenage girl.
   
   So apparently, if you write het you're a teenage girl and if you write slash you're also a teenage girl. Which leads to one inevitable conclusion.
   
   All you damned kids need to get off my damned lawn! ::shakes walking stick::



4. In tandem to the above, I was rather depressed at the 'introduce yourself' post on the ALP comm where it turned out that I was the oldest person there (at least until someone else delurked who had a few months on me, and a few more commented that they were in my age range). But then I realised that I was sitting there, with bright pink hair and wearing a pair of pyjamas with penguins on them.
   
   I believe moonlettuce has a sign hanging in her hall that sums this up perfectly: You're only young once but immaturity lasts forever.
   
   Truer words never spoken.