Alex phones in another blog entry...

"...Hello? Is anyone there?"

Here’s photographic proof that I'm still alive, even though I haven't updated in a while. (There ought to be a current newspaper in the picture to prove that it's recent, but whatever.) Sorry for abandoning you, dear reader, but I've been frolicking about being sickeningly in love and haven't had a chance to post. It takes a lot of time and effort to be sickeningly in love. You and your beau spend all your free hours whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears on Ferris wheels, looking starry-eyed whilst sharing plates of spaghetti in restaurants that have candles in wine bottles, and calling each other "Pookie" in between PDAs so OTT that they cause those in close proximity to vomit a little in their mouths. There's no time at all for sitting hunched over a computer when there's all those piña coladas to drink and all that rain to get caught in, y'dig?

Anyway, I didn't check in to make you horribly, horribly jealous (...well, not only to make you horribly, horribly jealous), I also have an ethical conundrum that I need advice on. So, here's a poser for you: would it be lame of me to dress as Catwoman to the Arts Ball? Yeah, that's right; I'm going to the Melbourne Uni Arts Ball. Seems kind of wasted on me seeing as I'm not an alcoholic, or a ho, but what can you do? Anyway, I really want to go as the most fatale of felines, but I don't like to (consciously) think that I'm dressing to give strangers their jollies. So, what should I do? Should I just stop my whinging and take my cues from teen girl culture when picking a costume? If Mean Girls taught us anything it's that in certain social situations it's completely normal to get about in lingerie and some kind of animal ears. Or should I have a little more R-E-S-P-E-C-T for myself? You tell me...

In other news, I have 4 days to find a catsuit, ears and a whip. Eeek.