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The Renaissance Fair was good.

It wasn't as good as it's been in years past, but it wasn't bad either. I think a lot of people had left because it was the last day.

The handpainted glass people were awesome and sketchy. Yay sketchy people!

And the theme was all A Midsummer Night's Dream with Obaron and Tatiana and a changeling boy and everything. That was exciting.

As was Katie Ahearn, who had rather a large part and an indeterminate Eastern European accent.

They did Willy Wonka's Witches which was Macbeth only not, and I volunteered to play MacDuff, because he and his champion, Malcolm, win in the end. Yay winners!

I had fun. I bought a candle holder and a ring for me, and one for Janeea. (There were no circlets! I was so sad!)

That's all. Now I'm off to read Life of Pi

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I bought new bras today.

Just thought you all ought to know.











Kidding. I have more of an entry than that, I promise.

On both the tags of these bras, it says, in purple capital lettes "Average Figure."

That is really disheartening in a bizarre comercialistic sort of way. I have an average figure.

I don't want an average figure. I don't want anything about me to be "average."

(Just to prove that EVERYTHING relates to fanfiction if you read enough of it) I read this quote in a fic once: "It was quite sad, the way some men were brought low by underpants."

Women too, apparantly.

Or, maybe, I shall defy the label of my underwear, and refuse to be average. I shall throw out those purple capotal lettes like so much refuse, and then I shall stretch and mold my new bras into my shape. My figure.

Which is not average.

So there.

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