where can i buy a life?
I miss my short hair. The French maid blunt bangs. The bowl cut that made me look like a boy. I miss looking like a boy.
I miss the old way I used to dress up. Colorful and vibrant. Decked with cheap accessories Kalyn and I would buy from under/over a bridge. Or at a tiangge. I miss the tiangges. I miss colors.
I miss my friends. I miss writing. I miss books. Not the Twilight kind but the meaningful ones. I haven't bought a book in a year. I have a receipt to prove that. How shameful. I miss Kundera, Shakespeare, and all the other people I would have name dropped if I haven't forgotten them already.
I miss Chicago. It's fall and for some weird reason I always, ALWAYS miss that place this time of the year. I want to eat a Chicago hotdog gyaddamit.
I miss going to concerts. Never mind the fact that half of Chicosci is no longer recognizable. Or that a fourth of the OPM bands that I use to watch are now dead. I just miss going to gigs.
I miss my friends. Not just the ones that left. But people in general. I miss people.
I just read Jaton's blog entry and I think I got infected by his own brand of emo crap. (Sorry Jates, I never did like emo) But as he goes on and on about what do with his life, I can't help but wonder why I don't have one.
p.s.
What day is it? September 18? *starts counting* Ah yes. Hormonal change. The painters are gone be here anytime soon.
I miss the old way I used to dress up. Colorful and vibrant. Decked with cheap accessories Kalyn and I would buy from under/over a bridge. Or at a tiangge. I miss the tiangges. I miss colors.
I miss my friends. I miss writing. I miss books. Not the Twilight kind but the meaningful ones. I haven't bought a book in a year. I have a receipt to prove that. How shameful. I miss Kundera, Shakespeare, and all the other people I would have name dropped if I haven't forgotten them already.
I miss Chicago. It's fall and for some weird reason I always, ALWAYS miss that place this time of the year. I want to eat a Chicago hotdog gyaddamit.
I miss going to concerts. Never mind the fact that half of Chicosci is no longer recognizable. Or that a fourth of the OPM bands that I use to watch are now dead. I just miss going to gigs.
I miss my friends. Not just the ones that left. But people in general. I miss people.
I just read Jaton's blog entry and I think I got infected by his own brand of emo crap. (Sorry Jates, I never did like emo) But as he goes on and on about what do with his life, I can't help but wonder why I don't have one.
p.s.
What day is it? September 18? *starts counting* Ah yes. Hormonal change. The painters are gone be here anytime soon.