Preppy is the New Hipster

okay, I'm trying not to talk about my dissertation too much, because its just boring and about dead people. I do, however, want to explore the question about being too old to play dress up. At the moment i am trouncing around the house, making espresso and trying to listen to the whole MGMT cd, but really I just keep going back to my three favorite tracks(you know which ones, wink). I am wearing an XXL white tee-shirt, a green patagonia belt, a weird scarf from tanaznia, jeans in a french roll, red high heels and lots o' white eyeliner. I look like I'm drunk, but I'm not(I wish I was-champagne sounds good, but I have too much work to do or else I would pop down to the shop). I'm sure if I went outside people most likely would think I was drunk, maybe eastern european, or very hip(my imagination).

What does this have to do with my dissertation, you ask? Well for some reason when ever I am stressed about work, dressing up makes me feel better. I can concentrate much more effectively. I'm really not sure why, but I think it may be residual guilt from boarding school, where to be taken seriously you had to dress up. I mean, I am dressed up. But, certainly not in my navy suit and loafers like a good little prep student. (barf). I do it when I am cleaning sometimes too. I think part of it is that I think I am burning more calories when I wear heels, and I always need practice. Time to get writing. I have 10,000 words left. fuck me(seriously it would be a nice break).

Well, perhaps my interest in getting dressed up will pay off afterward, but probably not. I just got a call from Zebra Management. Okay, hold on. Last week, I got stopped on the street, and asked if I wanted to participate as an extra in film and tv. I said sure assuming I would never hear from them. They took my picture, and that was that. I just got a call from them asking some more questions about me, and seeing if I had any experience. Hillarious. I am mildly flattered, hang up, and I decide to check out the website. OMG. Not sure if there is anyway I could do something like this and take myself seriously, since it kind of looks like an advert for pediafiles. I would definately want to go by Ruthie B. Though after I told them I was 25, 5'3" and have no experience I seriously doubt I'll be hearing from them by next Tuesday.