When I Grow Up
Wear something lovely.
I’m sitting here flipping through dress catalogs for tomorrow. Sheesh. Everything that’s happened, and all I can do is look at pretty cloths. Really, it’s just sad.
But still, wear something lovely.
It’s nice, it’s simple, it’s easy to follow, it’s absolutely nothing like anything else in my life. Well, guess that’s not really true. For all the sheer insanity that is my existence right now, it’s not like I’ve had to do anything too hard. Nanshe’s gone and sold her soul, or whatever is vampire’s sell (though she did say we did have souls), so that I don’t get torn up into little pieces and turned into art work. Or maybe that’s just her thing. Probably don’t want to know, actually.
Anyways, she’s and Dre have done I’ll the work. I’ve just been sitting around listening to music, watching TV, drinking blood, talking to undead. You know, normal stuff like that.
Oh, and looking for lovely dresses.
What the hell do you wear to mass, anyway? Not just mass, vampire mass. The run by churchy people who don’t like Nanshe’s circle but still want me to come so they can try and convert me mass. Didn’t exactly cover that one in high school. Or hey, maybe they did. If I’d stuck around to finish it maybe I’d know exactly what to do right now.
Something lovely, something lovely.
Aren’t vampire’s not supposed to like churches? Damn. Better not say that one to anybody. Don’t think they like to be compared to the stories and sitcoms. Still, I always thought that was an important one. I’ll have to munch some garlic later, maybe hop over a river. Better to just find out this stuff myself then make them think I’m some kinda vampiric retard. But what if it kills me? I mean the daylight and fire and stake through the heart thing are pretty dead on. Hm. I’ll think about it.
Pretty in pink? No. I don’t think so. Next.
That’s pretty. But it’s red. She’s wearing red; it’d be tacky for me to show up in the same. It’s ‘cause she’s in mourning. Mourning? Who wears red in mourning. Who find random singers, burns pretty pictures and turns them into vampires. You’d think I’d just learn to stop asking questions. Like why do I hear glass breaking? Where did all that blood on the living room floor come from? Why does she keep screaming? Why am I some draculina and what’s gonna happen to me now?
Yeah. Questions are hard. Dresses are easy.
What is gonna happen to me now? A year and a day she tells me. A year and a day every breath I take, every move I make she’ll be watching me. And every game I play, every single day they’ll be watching me and judging what I do like she did it. Damn, that’s too much responsibility. I can handle screwing up myself (I’ve got enough practice doing it), but making someone else get yelled at because of it? It’s just not fair. Well, neither’s getting ripped out of your less-than-stellar normal life and getting thrown in the holy-shit-what’s-that world I’m in right now. Not that’s I’m complaining (out loud) it’s not that bad, once you get kinda used to it. But yeah, a year and a day. Then she’s done with me I guess. Off I run into la la land, joining whatever group (covenant?) I want. Shit. I don’t know what I want.
Except a lovely dress. I know I want one of those.
Hm. Dre got me something blue for that other night. Why break a trend. Blue narrows it down. Now, baby blue, or sky blue? Sky blue. I’ll never really see that again, I guess. That’s kinda depressing. Well, that’s life for you. Or death. Or, whatever.
Blue, blue, lovely blue dress.
I hope they don’t try to convert me too much. That’ll suck. I never liked church when it was just normal ‘do this or be damned’ type of deal. I get the feeling this kind’s gonna blow a whole lot harder. Maybe if I look nice enough they’ll forget to ask. It happens.
There. Hot damn, that’s the one. Not really normal church attire, but it’s not really a normal church, now is it. It’ll show off my little burn-tattoo’s on my shoulders too. Bet Nanshe’ll like that, show who’s with who. Just enough leg to show some of the homemade marks too. Certain types of guys always seem to like those, I get a feeling that vampire guys may like ‘em too. Maybe the distraction plan will work after all. Can’t hurt to hope.
Okay journal, wish me luck. If I’m still alive later I’ll write in you again.
-me
OOC:Because I should have been studying, here's an image of the dress she picks out: Blue Dress
