Monday, November 24, 2008
hello, old friend.
10:17 PM
Oh, oh, oh.
I always feel a little guilty about one thing or another
and I swear it ain't because of you.
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the other day
I was walking along Orchard and I passed this little group of not-so-little, rowdy American guys and when I walked past, one of them leant over and yelled something that was either, "SUH-WEET!" or "FUH-REAK!"
like hello people, enunciate please?! um my self esteem is at stake here kthx. (okay not really but yeah.)
I did an entire inventory of myself after that and I'm pretty sure I looked pretty human- all the appropriate articles of clothing I should be wearing, I WAS wearing, and I was wearing shoes unlike that time I had to traipse around Holland V barefooted like some lost gypsy girl because Maxy's heels were too high; and my eyeliner wasn't drag queeny and it's not like I had two heads or anything- so they couldn't have been calling me a freak;
but then again, randomly yelling "suhweet!" to some random girl on the streets isn't exactly what people normally do either, so
oh, idk.
maybe I misheard and they weren't actually saying "SUH-WEET!" OR "FUH-REAK".
maybe they were saying "TWWWEET" or something. whatever.
moral of the story: EE-NUN-SEE-ATE.
anyway.
today I have been reading Nick And Norah's Infinite Playlist.
If there's one thing that it's taught me, it's to be more reckless in life.
Cass squawked really loudly when I told her.
"...You? More reckless? More reckless?! ...Hello, any more reckless and you'll put the WRECK in reckless."
"Wreckless...that's a good thing, right?"
"oh yeah damn"
But honestly speaking, right now I feel so tame I can barely stand it.
I wish I could shake off this body and the expectations and the walls of this house and flip a switch and hit the streets running with the soundtrack of my life shaking the stereos of all the pretty green-glassed mowed-lawn 2.2.children-ed houses in this suburban neighbourhood.
Right now I'm at a point in my life where I couldn't care less when it comes to matters of the heart/or do I, and am I trying to guard it too closely?/I don't know, I don't know.
but as it is
"this may not last forever
but this is now
so love the one you're with"
and yes, I know that the feeling's dangerous.
but it's also swelling with a whole other world of infinite, beautiful, terrible, exquisite, devastating possibilities
and I'm okay with taking a gamble,
so c'mon Life; deal me a wild card.
