Lisa Lowel (![]() ![]() @ 2011-09-15 16:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !type: narrative, -2011: september, character: lisa lowel, former character: olivia gilmore, ~complete |
Thread: Dyke Day, party of one...
When: 9/15
Where: School -in general
Who: Lisa (open or just narrative)
Warnings: Lisa's tendency towards swearing, potentially offensive terms
Summary: Thursday was officially Lisa's 'Dyke Day' (sounds better than Lesbo Day), she goes all out.
It wasn't just Lima or anything. Lisa just hating stupid things like Prom and Homecoming and those lame popularity contests, cause they sucked balls in a really pathetic kind of way. But this, well, it was really the only thing she intended to do for Homecoming week. And it was mostly an inside fucking joke that maybe three people would understand.
To everyone else she'd probably just lost her mind. But Kurt totally delivered on the flannel (not exactly flattering, but whatever) and she went from there. She sort of hated how dedicated she was, because her feet totally were not comfortable in her Docs without socks, but whatever. She had her flannel shirt, tank top sans bra (because the flannel was just too big not to get the tank on), her own skinny jeans, studded belt and her keys attached to her belt loop. She was aware that every dyke stereotype was currently all up on her crotch -and her mother had not been impressed with the unwashed hair and no make up look.
So her general idea for the day was to make out with at least one girl -hopefully, but she didn't hold her breath in this town, hate on as many dudes as possible (except Hummel cause the kid was queer as a three dollar bill from what she'd already heard) and listen to nothing but Ani DiFranco, Indigo Girls and Melissa Etheridge (which was totally the hardest part of the day). She'd need some Bikini Kill before the day was out.
It was unlikely she was making her transfer to McKinley any easier on herself, but Lisa wasn't known for being all too smart about social standing anyway.