You know what I really miss? The scent of pine. We had a real Christmas tree one year when I was a kid, and now actual for-reals pine scent is forever equal to Happy Innocent Memories in my head.
In other news, I've hit one of those goddamn transition periods again. You know, where you suddenly wake up one night thinking, "Oh my gods, who AM I?" and then you set about trying different things on for the next several months, trying desperately to find something that fits. It's horrifically uncomfortable. And also probably means I'll spend way too much money on clothes that I'll never wear again, way too much time on hairstyles that look retarded in retrospect, and way too many nights feeling dissatisfied and antsy because I cannot simply shapeshift into someone else and try a different skin on for a while. I really wish I could. Being Mystique would be hella tight.
Also, you know what's weird? I feel vaguely boring because I'm so fucking straitedge. I don't smoke, drink (much), or do any drugs unless you count caffeine. Shit, even my little sister smokes. My MOM goes out on drunken binges every weekend. How did I end up so goody-two-shoes?
Not that I particularly WANT to do those things. I just sometimes feel like such a nerd because I don't.
I really need some inspiration. My brain feels like it needs to be peeled, like an orange, so that I may get at the sweet juicy goodness within. Or at least so I can scrape off all the pesticides.
Getting dressed for work tomorrow is gonna be hard, because I don't know what I feel like anymore.
In other news, I've hit one of those goddamn transition periods again. You know, where you suddenly wake up one night thinking, "Oh my gods, who AM I?" and then you set about trying different things on for the next several months, trying desperately to find something that fits. It's horrifically uncomfortable. And also probably means I'll spend way too much money on clothes that I'll never wear again, way too much time on hairstyles that look retarded in retrospect, and way too many nights feeling dissatisfied and antsy because I cannot simply shapeshift into someone else and try a different skin on for a while. I really wish I could. Being Mystique would be hella tight.
Also, you know what's weird? I feel vaguely boring because I'm so fucking straitedge. I don't smoke, drink (much), or do any drugs unless you count caffeine. Shit, even my little sister smokes. My MOM goes out on drunken binges every weekend. How did I end up so goody-two-shoes?
Not that I particularly WANT to do those things. I just sometimes feel like such a nerd because I don't.
I really need some inspiration. My brain feels like it needs to be peeled, like an orange, so that I may get at the sweet juicy goodness within. Or at least so I can scrape off all the pesticides.
Getting dressed for work tomorrow is gonna be hard, because I don't know what I feel like anymore.
bryce13:
nothing beats the smells of a real tree. Also the drug stuff is ok but only if you really want to do it. Nothing wrong with straight edge.