Good Morning, America
I have nothing to write. I'm tired and empty and sore. I'm going to just blather because I truly don't have anything of consequence. I'm stuck in the wastelands between sunny rainbows and volcanic hell, simply existing and watching. This song playing right now has no hook and just a vaguely repeating chord progression and this sung monologue. I love it. It's calm and matches my emotion perfectly.
"I guess it's because I'm trying to be what everybody wants me, which is exactly not me..."
It's floating towards sadness, my little emotionometer. I've decided to be symbolic and let the carnation on my desk to wilt and die and still keep it here.
I got a black jacket today. It's black courdoroy and it's ancient. It has these holes in the side and it's too big for me. But for some reason I'm really attracted to grungy clothes like that, so now it's my new favorite. I think it looks good on me, but I'm notoriously bad at judging that sort of thing. I don't know, I'm just going to wear it.
While we're on the narcissistic track, my hair actually fell into this really cool style without me prompting it today. Like, half of it fell over my forehead and the other was sort of swept back, and the sides didn't stick out like they usually do. My mom said it just looked sloppy, but it went so well with the jacket. So yeah. I thought I looked good for once. Really angsty and emotional. Yay for being a strange, far-too-self-aware teenager.
So. I traveled 300 miles today. I went from the Bay Area back to Paradise, which was being buffeted by a thunderstorm. Which was awesome. I had Carmina Burana playing on my iPod and my black jacket and my boar's tooth necklace and I stepped out of the car right as the wind picked up and I felt ultradramatic and powerful. It was cool. Then I realized I was getting soaked, along with my iPod, so I undignifiedly ran inside.
My room smells of sweat and dog and teenage boy. It really irks me. I think the carpet is absorbing everything. My carpet really scares me, actually. It's only a matter of time before it decides that absorbing smells is not satiating enough and it's just going to grab my feet and I'll be eaten alive. On that note, I don't really want to get up to get some water. Scary carpets, you see.
"I guess it's because I'm trying to be what everybody wants me, which is exactly not me..."
It's floating towards sadness, my little emotionometer. I've decided to be symbolic and let the carnation on my desk to wilt and die and still keep it here.
I got a black jacket today. It's black courdoroy and it's ancient. It has these holes in the side and it's too big for me. But for some reason I'm really attracted to grungy clothes like that, so now it's my new favorite. I think it looks good on me, but I'm notoriously bad at judging that sort of thing. I don't know, I'm just going to wear it.
While we're on the narcissistic track, my hair actually fell into this really cool style without me prompting it today. Like, half of it fell over my forehead and the other was sort of swept back, and the sides didn't stick out like they usually do. My mom said it just looked sloppy, but it went so well with the jacket. So yeah. I thought I looked good for once. Really angsty and emotional. Yay for being a strange, far-too-self-aware teenager.
So. I traveled 300 miles today. I went from the Bay Area back to Paradise, which was being buffeted by a thunderstorm. Which was awesome. I had Carmina Burana playing on my iPod and my black jacket and my boar's tooth necklace and I stepped out of the car right as the wind picked up and I felt ultradramatic and powerful. It was cool. Then I realized I was getting soaked, along with my iPod, so I undignifiedly ran inside.
My room smells of sweat and dog and teenage boy. It really irks me. I think the carpet is absorbing everything. My carpet really scares me, actually. It's only a matter of time before it decides that absorbing smells is not satiating enough and it's just going to grab my feet and I'll be eaten alive. On that note, I don't really want to get up to get some water. Scary carpets, you see.
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