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mmm, there's nothing quite invigorating as writing the very first entry in an LJ - the modern-day equivalent of the first blank page of a new journal. when it looks so clean and new and i feel compelled to write in cursive, and carefully erase mistakes instead of scribbling them out all messy.
of course, i get over that after a page or two, and before i know it, my journal is full of sloppy, emotive, purple-inked scrawl.
i'm sitting here typing in my underwear. my NEW underwear. i found myself needing to do laundry way too frequently, solely becuz i kept running out of clean underwear. on tuesday i really REALLY had no underwear left, had already worn bathing suit bottoms as underwear, and had even (gasp, horror) turned a pair inside out to get 2 days out of it instead of one....all i had left to wear was the silly pair my roommate gave me cuz they didn't fit her - bright red, nylon bloomer-like things with lacy ruffles all over the butt. i feel like a circus act in them, but i figured, no one was going to see my underwear that day. right? wrong. i found myself on a road trip with a friend of a friend i don't know too well, and she wanted to stop for a spontaneous swim in a lake. we took off our clothes right there at the trunk of her car, and i had to give a disclaimer about my underwear before taking my dress off. she giggled, and didn't mind, but i was still embarrassed a little.
SO. i went to k-mart's huge clearance sale to get more undies, becuz i'm unemployed and going broke. the underwear section was like tornado aftermath, with nothing left but thongs. so i decided to check out the girls'/kids' section, thinking i might still fit into the biggest size there. and i found a10-pack of undies for 4 bucks, whatta deal. they're size "14 1/2," and maybe i'm crazy for thinking clothing intended for fat preteens would fit skinny, adult me, but oh well. they fit well enough, except the leg holes are a bit snug. they come in neon colors, and the ones i'm wearing now are printed all over with little slices of watermelon, along with the word "WATERMELON" next to every slice, just in case you needed that extra hint.
i didn't intend to tell you all about my underwear...just set the scene, with the info that i am indeed writing in my undies.
it's 2:44 am, and i just got out of the shower, where i was loudly singing the grease soundtrack to myself. i'm just trying to kill time for a while to give my hair a chance to dry a bit, so i don't sleep on wet hair and thus wake up with my hair cemented to my head at right angles or something equally insane.
it was a good day. i slept in, then went to the salvation army, to volunteer for two hours and then get 10 free articles of clothing for it! it rawks! i got a pile of wicked cool stuff, that i plan on cutting up and re-sewing together in new and interesting ways. i recently had a total burst of inspiration to learn to sew and be more creative with my clothes. back in college, i regularly dressed all fun and crazy, but now that i've been working with kids in rather conservative homes and agencies for a few years, my wordrobe (heh, cool typo) has gotten so freakin boring. i thought it was time to remedy that. it was such a rush to pick up a white t-shirt and, for the first time, immediately see it as a blank slate, instead of a completed product to accept without question and wear as is.
i think my favorite item from the salvation army today tho is this tropical flower print sunsuit thing, from hawaii. it's like shorts with a tube top attached; it's a one-piece outfit... cotton, royal-blue with white flowers, small and light and so cute. it's the kind of thing usually reserved for kids, and wearing it makes me feel like a free-spirited, summer-lovin kid. it brings me back to those days of skinned knees and lemonade, tree forts and rollerskates.
so, then i went to my parents for dinner, and when it got dark, the fireflies were fucking AMAZING. my parents' place is a 200-yo farmhouse out in the sticks, with 25 acres of land. i stood there at the edge of the huge, open field and was just dumbstruck by the hundreds of brightly blinking lights...so bright i mistook the ones above me for stars, and the ones off in the distance as car headlights...but no...they were all lightning bugs, flashing in a silent symphony. the less-beautiful, biting bugs gnawed at my flesh while i stood there entranced by the fireflies, but i was only dimly aware of them. i was gazing at the fireflies in disbelief; they seemed so magical and other-worldly, like something i'd encounter in an alternate reality while meditating....not something right here on earth, that you can just walk in your backyard and find.
so, so gorgeous.
when i got home, i ate my leftover tomato-and-spinach pasta, not becuz i was hungry, but becuz it tastes so good, and i sat on the couch with a whole stack of zines to read.
shit, it's late. i'll finish this in the morning!
of course, i get over that after a page or two, and before i know it, my journal is full of sloppy, emotive, purple-inked scrawl.
i'm sitting here typing in my underwear. my NEW underwear. i found myself needing to do laundry way too frequently, solely becuz i kept running out of clean underwear. on tuesday i really REALLY had no underwear left, had already worn bathing suit bottoms as underwear, and had even (gasp, horror) turned a pair inside out to get 2 days out of it instead of one....all i had left to wear was the silly pair my roommate gave me cuz they didn't fit her - bright red, nylon bloomer-like things with lacy ruffles all over the butt. i feel like a circus act in them, but i figured, no one was going to see my underwear that day. right? wrong. i found myself on a road trip with a friend of a friend i don't know too well, and she wanted to stop for a spontaneous swim in a lake. we took off our clothes right there at the trunk of her car, and i had to give a disclaimer about my underwear before taking my dress off. she giggled, and didn't mind, but i was still embarrassed a little.
SO. i went to k-mart's huge clearance sale to get more undies, becuz i'm unemployed and going broke. the underwear section was like tornado aftermath, with nothing left but thongs. so i decided to check out the girls'/kids' section, thinking i might still fit into the biggest size there. and i found a10-pack of undies for 4 bucks, whatta deal. they're size "14 1/2," and maybe i'm crazy for thinking clothing intended for fat preteens would fit skinny, adult me, but oh well. they fit well enough, except the leg holes are a bit snug. they come in neon colors, and the ones i'm wearing now are printed all over with little slices of watermelon, along with the word "WATERMELON" next to every slice, just in case you needed that extra hint.
i didn't intend to tell you all about my underwear...just set the scene, with the info that i am indeed writing in my undies.
it's 2:44 am, and i just got out of the shower, where i was loudly singing the grease soundtrack to myself. i'm just trying to kill time for a while to give my hair a chance to dry a bit, so i don't sleep on wet hair and thus wake up with my hair cemented to my head at right angles or something equally insane.
it was a good day. i slept in, then went to the salvation army, to volunteer for two hours and then get 10 free articles of clothing for it! it rawks! i got a pile of wicked cool stuff, that i plan on cutting up and re-sewing together in new and interesting ways. i recently had a total burst of inspiration to learn to sew and be more creative with my clothes. back in college, i regularly dressed all fun and crazy, but now that i've been working with kids in rather conservative homes and agencies for a few years, my wordrobe (heh, cool typo) has gotten so freakin boring. i thought it was time to remedy that. it was such a rush to pick up a white t-shirt and, for the first time, immediately see it as a blank slate, instead of a completed product to accept without question and wear as is.
i think my favorite item from the salvation army today tho is this tropical flower print sunsuit thing, from hawaii. it's like shorts with a tube top attached; it's a one-piece outfit... cotton, royal-blue with white flowers, small and light and so cute. it's the kind of thing usually reserved for kids, and wearing it makes me feel like a free-spirited, summer-lovin kid. it brings me back to those days of skinned knees and lemonade, tree forts and rollerskates.
so, then i went to my parents for dinner, and when it got dark, the fireflies were fucking AMAZING. my parents' place is a 200-yo farmhouse out in the sticks, with 25 acres of land. i stood there at the edge of the huge, open field and was just dumbstruck by the hundreds of brightly blinking lights...so bright i mistook the ones above me for stars, and the ones off in the distance as car headlights...but no...they were all lightning bugs, flashing in a silent symphony. the less-beautiful, biting bugs gnawed at my flesh while i stood there entranced by the fireflies, but i was only dimly aware of them. i was gazing at the fireflies in disbelief; they seemed so magical and other-worldly, like something i'd encounter in an alternate reality while meditating....not something right here on earth, that you can just walk in your backyard and find.
so, so gorgeous.
when i got home, i ate my leftover tomato-and-spinach pasta, not becuz i was hungry, but becuz it tastes so good, and i sat on the couch with a whole stack of zines to read.
shit, it's late. i'll finish this in the morning!