So what's it gonna be then, eh?

After meeting with my droogs at the dorm and changing my platties for the night, I made up my rassoodock and figured that I would practice my makeup and costume on my oddy knocky so I would have it down all horrorshow for the Halloween dance. I began to paint up my right glazzy with drawn-on false lashes. I don't like actual falsies because they stick to my litso, so I figured I would paint them on with the same effect. What is that fake luscious glory even made of, anyway? It was going pretty choodessny for Your Humble Narrator, o my brothers and sisters, until this devotchka from my floor comes into the bathroom. She nachinats to wash her hands, acting all nonchalant-like, when she viddies my right glazzy all painted up and beauteous. She does the old elevator-glazzball, viddying me up and down, and the expression on her litso was totally precious! A look I can totally kopat, much less never forget! She's got her gulliver all craned up to try and figure out just why I look this way, and she's looking like she's just beholding something from another planet!

I sure do love attention. I'm not the best at swing dancing because every time I forget the moves, but it'll be horrorshow to see the reactions of the other droogies! That poor cheena in the bathroom. Guess she's never heard of A Clockwork Orange!

(*Oh yes, my brothers and sisters, if you're of the poor deprived bunch who hasn't read it either, I'd suggest you get your paws on a copy. I'm going as a grl version of Little Alex for Halloween, and it just ain't complete without talking in Nadsat! I figure it'll be fun because Little Alex is absolutely nothing like me.)