musing
Hello all. You know I've been doing some serious thinking, and you probably would all appreciate it if I was more dedicated in my responses. I am aware of how much my doting public simply adores me, and the last thing I want to do is be the source of mass distain because due to failure on my part to keep up with these entries. First note of interest: most stop referring to general public as you all, far too southern, even though am southern canadian does not mean i can get away with such slurs. Alright well it's wednesday night, and a few things have happened of significance since I last updated. I've been invited to go to the Sutherland prom and yes I am very excited. I simply adore dressing up, my gown is lovely, it is my mother's and very classic. It's a halter neck, long fitted, black dress that flares out at the bottom with black and white stripes, very elegant, almost like something you would enivision marylin monroe wearing in one of her epic films. I'm hoping this prom will make up for the past ones... Anyways, last night I hung out with Heather and Justin. They are such a loving couple, it doesn't surprise me at all when they talk about their children's names or the fact that their bridesmaids will wear pink. I checked my hours at wegmans for the coffee shop and was thoroughly confused as usual, because of inconsistencies in the timing. It would appear that I am scheduled for two shifts on several days... Strange. On a totally random note, relations with my parents are soso. Due to a certain thing I found in my room recently (some of you know what I am speaking of)I was really disturbed, but hopefully I will sleep well tonight, I just hate the anxiety attacks and the blame they put on me for their issues. Kat; it's your fault that we argue, some personalities simply clash, and you happen to be one of those illfated people. Tomorrow I'm getting my hair cut. A couple weeks ago I was feeling quite impulsive and took a pair of scissors and almost snipped off my crowning glory from my head. I just had this urge to see if I would be considered pretty even with out those curls. What would people do when confronted with my simple face, and nothing golden or shining to frame it? With little bits and short wispy ditch water grey brown ringlets, on my round head, i doubt i would be what anyone would call beautiful. i got my nose pierced. did you know that? i guess the reason is much to the same as why i almost chopped off all my hair. i wanted to test people, and see if they could still appreciate me for who i really am, even if i warped their perception of me physically. oh on another note, i've completely stripped my room. i took all the furniture out, and then put half of it back in, emptied my closets and drawers, got rid of 5 garbage bags of clothes and all the knick knacks. it is a vast improvement in my opinion, a catharsis indeed, if ever i experienced one. i thnk now i will post this rambling bit and wait and see if my phone rings. my 19th birthday is coming up soon on may 31st. i wonder how i should celebrate it. with friends of course, anyone have any good ideas? love, kat