Tonight, it begins. I slowly begin descent into Gaga. It will be Gaga day and night. I will sleep to Bad Romance. I will wake to Beautiful, Dirty, Rich. If I'm not listening to her music, studying her fashion, or just thinking about her, I'm probably either dead or in a coma.
Why, you ask?
I have just realized that I have been neglecting my inner artist. It has been going on for quite some time now, and I just haven't had the time to really express myself physically rather than musically. Homecoming Week is the perfect opportunity. I can wear whatever I want for the next couple days, and I'm going to milk it for all it's worth! Wednesday is Disney. Watch out world!
SWB is BACK and has gird her loins!
Or, you know, gotten dressed for the day. Whichever suits your fancy.
Thursday is Kanye vs Swift. I have no idea what I'm gonna do that day because I am neither a West nor Swift fan, and I don't know either of their styles. It might be interesting. I could just end up dressing as just any old teenage country singer. Flannel shirt, flare jeans, the whole bit.
Friday is Fashionista Friday. I will be dressing up as Zoe Kuhn, or New Blonde. I will have to ask her what her style is and try to emulate the best that I can, but good golly, Miss Molly, what a dresser! She's not Kaleigh Moynihan (AKA Mufasa), but she knows how to pick 'em! Clothes, that is.
Then Saturday is Celebrity Saturday! It will be time to release the Gaga that will have been manifesting all that time.
Be ready, because when Gaga comes, Gaga COMES!
“If complete and utter chaos was lightning, then he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards!”
― Terry Pratchett, The Color of Magic
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