on a string
today was weird. everything insisted on being annoying and difficult.
i went to a dyke march with mo - girl from my team who is adorable and sweet and adorable and awesome - and just felt like an imposter. i'm not a dyke, though, i've played one on tv a few times. i got the Eye a few times and while it was nice to be noticed, i felt like shouting "i'm mostly straight and i'm sorry!!" we were there to hand out flyers for our prom tomorrow. i'm not a good flyer-hander-outer since i feel instrusive constantly.
then i went to buy organic beer and a skate key and cookie making supplies.
tonight i am going to this massive party called making time that practically everyone i know will be at. that should be both odd and fun. how did i suddenly know half of philly? i honestly just want to dance. last night i went out and tried to dance but the dj sucked too hard. i'm sorry, but joy division to 50 cent does not a good mix of music, make. lucky for me i had been loaded up on sangria (thanks to my acupuncturist- long story) so i didn't get too offended.
i've been biking a lot. my legs are starting to look less like sausages and more like nice legs. i guess hours of skating and riding will finally pay off at a certain point. i have been in a short-skirt, cowboy-boot wearing frenzy. i feel good. regardless of whether i actually look good, i feel good, so i guess that's all that matters.
i'm tired of being in a humid bubble constantly. rain already, goddamnit.
i miss him ridiculously right now.
i went to a dyke march with mo - girl from my team who is adorable and sweet and adorable and awesome - and just felt like an imposter. i'm not a dyke, though, i've played one on tv a few times. i got the Eye a few times and while it was nice to be noticed, i felt like shouting "i'm mostly straight and i'm sorry!!" we were there to hand out flyers for our prom tomorrow. i'm not a good flyer-hander-outer since i feel instrusive constantly.
then i went to buy organic beer and a skate key and cookie making supplies.
tonight i am going to this massive party called making time that practically everyone i know will be at. that should be both odd and fun. how did i suddenly know half of philly? i honestly just want to dance. last night i went out and tried to dance but the dj sucked too hard. i'm sorry, but joy division to 50 cent does not a good mix of music, make. lucky for me i had been loaded up on sangria (thanks to my acupuncturist- long story) so i didn't get too offended.
i've been biking a lot. my legs are starting to look less like sausages and more like nice legs. i guess hours of skating and riding will finally pay off at a certain point. i have been in a short-skirt, cowboy-boot wearing frenzy. i feel good. regardless of whether i actually look good, i feel good, so i guess that's all that matters.
i'm tired of being in a humid bubble constantly. rain already, goddamnit.
i miss him ridiculously right now.