anagramofbrat | Story of a ruler

One of the things I filched from Mom's desk before I left new york was her ruler.

This isn't just any ruler. It's old. It's solid wood. It was clearly made when people this side of the pond had never heard of such newfangled things as centimeters, so the whole thing is canted to one side, which is, of course ruled in inches. Eighteen of them. Yes. The ruler is a foot and a frickin half. This is exactly the sort of ruler that evokes pain, fear, disapproving nuns, and the ghosts of rapped knuckles past. Clearly it had to come back to MA with me. And clearly, if the theme for tonight's Haven was Back to School, it had to come with me.

The night was actually almost entirely made of fail due to a rare fuck up on my part that left me enjoying my evening with the indelible Xs on the hands usually gifted to the under 21 crowd (not that I care, I never drink at Haven anyway) and even that much was due to some people being VERY nice to me. But after that minor bit of ick, me, my black and white outfit of disciplinary doom, my slightly defraggled pigtails and my 18 inches of I WILL SMACK YOU ruler proceeded to have a grand old time with the roommate,

jaicat, and

dionethoughts.

Theme nights at Haven usually mean a costume contest of some sort. And Haven is the sort of place where if you march on stage slapping a badass motherfucking ruler against one palm, and yell at the crowd "AND WHERE ARE ALL YOUR GODDAMN HALL PASSES??" they just might do crazy things like vote you the Haven Homecoming Queen and give you a feathery fuzzy tiara that just happens to match the rest of your outfit, along with a bag of really silly ass stuff as a prize. Including a copy of Revenge of the Nerds on DVD. And a blacklight. And a red eyed rubber rat, because maybe they knew your plastic vulture needed company. Or maybe it's just a happy coincidence.

Thank you

dionethoughts, for running me home... I'll assume by lack of phone call that you did not get lost on the way back. :)

I am sweaty, sore from the thighs down, have big black Xs on my hands, and I just had to dig a small splinter out of my pinky courtesy of Ruler of Doom. I am also ridiculously happy right now.

Here's hoping I can continue on this current jag of good days. I'm also tempted to keep going with the "Lets play dress-up" thing I've got going on lately, lol. Or maybe just find more excuses to steal

cell23's ties, especially since I remember how to tie them now.