Virgo Child

 

I can never sleep when I’m excited, let alone relax, so of course I’ve only gotten only X hours of sleep the last X days. I’d be lying if I told you I looked like a princess and not a zombie. As a matter of fact, the only thing that does help me relax is a duster in my hand and the opportunity to make things sparkle and shine.

So far, I’ve managed to sparkle the bathroom, along with my never-ending drawers of clothing items, and the disaster underneath my four-post bed, courtesy of the two fluffy dogs that live in my home. Even still, I am having trouble focusing on mundane tasks due to this newly developed excitement that lives in the centre of my little heart – I’m excited about six-million things right now, all of which I cannot type.

To make things three-million-and-fifty-six times worse, I have not posted anything on Systematic Error in I don’t know how long. Excitement has its downsides when you’re an obsessive-compulsive Virgo child, whose nervous system is as crazy as an eight-year-old's on a fricken’ pogo stick.

So I went shopping to calm down just a tad, and this is what I purchased:

-A Reddish/Orangey dress to wear to the black and white party I’m throwing.

-Thigh high stockings to wear in the fall.

-X bottles of Johnson’s baby wash, the main event at the bubble baths I host every night.

-Polysporin chapstick and other basic stuff like a convenience-sized tub of Vaseline and Nivea hand lotion.

-Mirror with a white and fairytaleish frame, that only cost me X.

-Really high and black wedges that obviously are not my size, but I’m gonna wear them anyway.

I’m pretty sure I bought more useless stuff, but I can’t remember what exactly. It might have been another gigantic and prettily-decorated box, or a set of extremely cute and polka-dotted facial cloths. I wish I was kidding. I really do.