So I have this theory as to why I can't figure out what on earth to do with my life. Here it is: I have a ridiculous tendency to latch onto particular fictional individuals and decide that I ought to emulate them in some fashion. This happens most frequently with television characters, as I invest hours into episodes, getting to know them. However, this becomes a little bit tricky when my tv genres vary so dramatically. A few of the characters I adore? West Wing's C.J. Cregg, Pushing Daisies' Charlotte Charles, Dr Who's Donna Noble, Mad Men's Joan Holloway, and a little bit of Blair Waldorf thrown in for the headbands, martinis, and schemes. So apparently I want to be a pie-baking socialite temp-secretary who runs the country and occasionally saves the universe while wearing vintage dresses. [I suspect that I'm actually headed more in a Lucille Bluth direction, but I'll avoid that if I can...] But anyway, you can see why I'm at a loss as to how to proceed.
For today, though, I'll put on a Chuck Charles outfit and just see what happens.
"I wonder how I can talk you out of ever making that face again."