[ Current Clothes ] Black skirt & Culture Club shirt.
[ Current Mood ] A mixture of excited (Calling tonight! wildeabandon! valkyriekaren! feanelwa! (I hope) nevla! People! Really good music! The other most beautiful man in the world!), distressed (have I managed somehow to upset x person or y person?), scared (keep the fucking Exorcist pictures *away* from me please) and sleepy.
[ Current Music ] Incidental music on Magnum.
[ Current Taste ] Mmm, coke.
[ Current Make-up ] None but yesterday's eyeliner. Trying to decide whether to bother doing proper New R makeup tonight as well, since last night's went better than I expected.
[ Current Hair ] The usual.
[ Current Annoyance ] I want to be less ill, more bouncy, and not mopey. Please.
[ Current Smell ] Nothing - goes with the being ill, and that.
[ Current Thing I Ought To Be Doing ] Washing my hair.
[ Current Desktop Picture ] Still Treize and Zechs. Actually I think I'm going to have to change that it's really starting to annoy me.
[ Current Favorite Singer ] Gary Numan, Simon Le Bon, and whoever the lady from Swarf happens to be.
[ Current Favorite Group ] Apoptygma Berzerk.
[ Current Book ] I'm between books at the moment, just finished 'Murderers And Other Friends' by John Mortimer and 'Lirael' by Garth Nix (sequel, dammit!) and am about to start 'The Moon's A Balloon' by David Niven and 'A History Of The World In 10 1/2 Chapters' (I think) by Julian Barnes.
~pause~ My god, I'm reading again. Like, properly and with enthusiasm. Do you know how long it's been since I felt like that? Bounce!
[ Current CD In CD Player] 'Telekon', Gary Numan.
[ Current DVD in DVD Player] Or not.
[ Current Color Of Toenails ] Natural.
[ Current Refreshment ] Coke!
[ Current Worry ] That I've upset/scared/angered various people. That tonight's not going to be good. That I'm going to be faced with the crush I just can't deal with and go to pieces; worse, that the crush I just can't deal with won't show up and I'll go to pieces. That I'll dance and everyone will laugh at me; that I won't dance and will hide in a corner crying. That I'll come away with another laughable crush. And on, and on, and on, and ariston.