The Kit Kat Club

--Still trying to keep abreast of everything going on in Iran, but it's tough. Tough and also frustrating, because I literally don't have any idea what to do. Beyond little things like tinting my profile picture green and wearing a green armband. And I changed my location on my Twitter profile to "Tehran" and set my timezone to GMT+3:30 -- the idea being that since the repressing forces are trying to hunt down the people illegally twittering in Iran, the more of us who have our locations set there, the harder it will be for them to find the people who really are situated there. And I'm trying to spread information to friends who have no idea what's going on there.

But beyond that, what is there I can do? Would donating money make a difference -- not that I have any to donate at this point?

I wish I were more like Anderson Cooper. When he felt like this -- and when he was younger than I am -- he just picked up and started jetting off to Third World countries and interviewing and helping and getting the word out.

--On a lighter note, I cleaned the fuck out of my room today. I even did ~laundry.~ A few corners are still piled high with boxes, though: I literally have five or six boxes filled with nothing but books, sentimental trinkets, and pictures and like that. I save all the birthday cards and letters and little presents people give me because they make me smile. On the other hand, they're not making me smile if they're just sitting around in boxes. But it seems ridiculous to unpack if I'll only be home for six months. (Hah. "Only.") I don't know. I can't bring myself to throw any of it away.

--The point is, I'll have clean underwear at some point soon, and this is a good thing.

--I have a pretty dress. My pretty dress is something known as a "Magic Wrap." It looks revoltingly simple to make; it's just two large pieces of fabric sewn together at one end, with two straps. It functions primarily as a wrap skirt, but the idea is that you can also wrap it around yourself and make it into many different interesting dresses depending on how you fold it. This only works in theory. It is in fact very complicated, not to mention too big for me, so whenever I want to wear it I have to get someone to help me. Very embarrassing. But worth it: ( a picture. )

Ladies and gentlemen -- you have not had a nightmare until you have dreamt that you are playing Columbia, in a production of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, alongside Rod Blagojevich as Rocky.

Thanks a lot, rahmbamarama.

If you were wondering, other cast members included Rahm Emanuel (Frankenfurter), Obama and Michelle (Brad and Janet), Rachel Maddow (Magenta), Anderson Cooper (RiffRaff), and John McCain (Eddie).

Anywhoodle. I'm heading back to Oberlin in the morning. Not sure how ready I am to give life out there another shot. I'm...really scared, actually. I miss being around Team Jesus/Four Crazy Bitches all the time. Guys, why didn't we just all go to the same school? :(

steel_lily09 and I had quite the adventure yesterday. She came to visit Collingswood. YAY! It was pouring freezing rain -- not so yay. But we went and explored Haddon Ave, and decided to go visit the taxidermist. Now, I used to pass the taxidermist once a week on my walk home from therapy, and was always really weirded out by it. I'd walk by at 4 in the afternoon and it'd be closed up tight. 8 in the evening? Wide open. WEIRD. So we walked over there and it's about 5:30 p.m, and it's closed, but we looked in at all the animals and laughed and were grossed out and mocked the idea of taxidermy in general.

Suddenly we heard a voice. "Ya wanna pet them?"

Oh god oh god oh god. The OWNER just turned up, wielding a snow shovel and apparently about to open the shop. We were like "...UHHHHH" and he ushered us inside. It smelled friggin nasty in there, people, and we had to stand there awkwardly admiring the GIANT MOOSE HEAD ON THE WALL while he talked to us about his store. "It's not the norm, you know, for Collingswood, heh heh heh. All these restaurants. But I've been here since loooooong before all the restaurants, heh heh. You girls from around here?"

Finally I panicked and was like "Man, all these dead animals are making me hungry. Let's go get dinner!" and we BOOKED IT out of there. I swear I thought we were about to become his latest displays and he'd hang us up next to the moose. GAH.