Is anyone else having trouble linking to stuff? None of my links seem to be working. I think maybe it's just the school network.
I was reading my old blog from when I was using my Nimbusoak account, and I couldn't believe how irritating I used to be. I want toscoff at it and say, "Well, thank heavens I grew out of that!" But the truth is, I'm scared that I'm still the same obnoxious little kid I was when I was fourteen. I have this recurring dream where I look in the mirror, and my hair has grown out completely and it's not a spiky green mohawk anymore, it's long and brown and curly just like it was in middle school. I'm a much different person now than I was when I started high school, or at least I look different. And most of the time I feel different. But is that what people see? Maybe they see a badass punk rocker who's got her shit together, or maybe they see a quiet, lonely girl who's too tall and too chubby and wears the same beanie every day because she hates her hair and doesn't know what to do with it.
Buhh. Sorry for whining. I'm not actually as miserable as I sound. I'm just having a bit of a rough morning. I started the day in the most lovely way possible, by getting an extra forty-five minutes of sleep. I wasn't supposed to sleep in ,of course. My alarm didn't go off, so my sister had to get me up. I had time to do my hair but not my makeup, grab a cup of coffee, and rush out the door. The as soon as I got in the car I spilled said coffee all over my new purse and my jeans and my white Ramones baseball tee, so I had to rush inside and change my clothes. I just grabbed the first thing I saw, so I'm wearing these weird black trouser-cut jeans I bought at Salvation Army the other day and a Batman shirt from Hot Topic. And what do you get when you put a girl with heavy eye makeup and a mohawk in black jeans and a Hot Topic shirt? You get an emo, that's what. It's not that I have anything against emos, or that people would tease me if I looked like one. It's just that I've worked hard to look a certain way, and I don't want to be mistaken for something I'm not. Oh, and I just notice one of my nails, which I painted literally last night, has a chip in it. I'm starting to remember why I haven't worn polish for so long. Oh, and the Loud Preps just showed up. I have a free block in the library every other day first block, and towards the end of the block, a crowd of preps show up and start talking really loudly and it's so annoying. I come to the library to get away from politically correct overachievers congratulating each other on how awesome they all are. The library is my place. This is the domain of social outcasts and weirdos who blog about their stupid life, not hipsters on the high honor roll! Buhhh. I am so done. I am so, so done. Is it really just Tuesday? I hate Tuesdays. I hate my life. I'm hungry. I look too emo. David Bowie is gone. Shaping up to be a lovely week, isn't it?