cloudy days
It's cloudy out, and cold. I long for summer days, swimming in the lake, going sailing on the weekend. I need to prepare my self for the next long 6-7 months of snow, slush, and ice. Oh michigan.
I got my hair cut yesterday, it looks better, I guess. I'm very unhappy with my appearance lately, and I know that makes me sound like a chick, but honestly, I don't care. I kind of miss having the mo-hawk, but work will not allow it, I miss dyeing my hair every week, like I did back in high school, but high school days are well past over, I'm a freakin' adult, that thought alone is enough to but goose bump on my arms. When did I become an adult? Who decided I could be an adult? what if I don't want to be one yet. damn it. I don't want to grow up, no fears, I'm not going to bust out in the Toys R Us song. I use run on sentances all the time. Adults don't do that, do they? Do adults have live journals? When are you to old to have a live journal? when does it just become uncool, and not kosher to have a live journal? Will it be different for this generation, since we are growing up "live journal" will be document our entire lives with live journals, will that be the only way we can stay in contact with long lost friends who are slowly fading out of our live, but every now and then we can glimpse at our buddy list and feel reassured that since we still read there live journal we are still a part of thier lifes?
I've never felt like more of a loser then what I Have been feelin lately.
I miss kevin, alot. Oct 18th is rollin around and that scares me. I hate anniversaries, I hate them alot.
Maybe I just hate then because I personally never have any good ones. Only deaths, and hospitalizations, and such horrible dark things. I swear i'm not emo...I will not be emo, no bad emo.
I need to step away some the computer, indulge in a square, and smoke my trouble away.
I got my hair cut yesterday, it looks better, I guess. I'm very unhappy with my appearance lately, and I know that makes me sound like a chick, but honestly, I don't care. I kind of miss having the mo-hawk, but work will not allow it, I miss dyeing my hair every week, like I did back in high school, but high school days are well past over, I'm a freakin' adult, that thought alone is enough to but goose bump on my arms. When did I become an adult? Who decided I could be an adult? what if I don't want to be one yet. damn it. I don't want to grow up, no fears, I'm not going to bust out in the Toys R Us song. I use run on sentances all the time. Adults don't do that, do they? Do adults have live journals? When are you to old to have a live journal? when does it just become uncool, and not kosher to have a live journal? Will it be different for this generation, since we are growing up "live journal" will be document our entire lives with live journals, will that be the only way we can stay in contact with long lost friends who are slowly fading out of our live, but every now and then we can glimpse at our buddy list and feel reassured that since we still read there live journal we are still a part of thier lifes?
I've never felt like more of a loser then what I Have been feelin lately.
I miss kevin, alot. Oct 18th is rollin around and that scares me. I hate anniversaries, I hate them alot.
Maybe I just hate then because I personally never have any good ones. Only deaths, and hospitalizations, and such horrible dark things. I swear i'm not emo...I will not be emo, no bad emo.
I need to step away some the computer, indulge in a square, and smoke my trouble away.