5/18/07

Here I sit, with my new haircut and clothes. It's like looking at a different person in the mirror— the boy I see there is sexy. I am not accustomed to this. I am a nerd. I am not supposed to be attractive.
After school today, I dragged four girls along instead of the two I mentioned yesterday. First we went to my house, where we dropped off our crap, and then we went to the bank where my mother withdrew money for me, and then we went to the Lloyd Center mall, where we drained $200 from my wallet in less than an hour.
I used to have long, dirty blonde hair that reached down to my nipples. You'd never see me without cargo pants, simply because the things are amazingly handy. You can carry stuff! Tons of stuff, even! Paired with a purple hoodie and a generic t-shirt, my clothing trademark could only be completed with my slip on shoes (see yesterday's post).
The haircut was easy. The girls picked out a style they wanted from a book of David Bowie lookalikes, and then ran away, as they couldn't stand to see my hair get cut. It turned out nicely. It's very cute.
Getting clothes, however, was difficult. As dictated by Sonum, we went into a very dark clothing store where heavy metal pounded from the shitty PA systems and skateboards hung from the ceiling, which gave the impression that you were being slowly suffocated by emo and skater merchandise and apparel. Sonum shoved me (in a loving way) into a dressing room, and gave me oodles of shirts and jeans to try on. Honestly, I looked pretty damn good in everything she threw at me, but... I'm not a skater. Few of the things were "me."
Feh. After a while, I stopped caring, and just figured that I could pull off the look. And I can. But in the meantime, the other girls were freaking out about how Sonum was "forcing clothes upon you" and "changing who you are." This cracked me up. I chose some nice Denim jeans, two tasteful shirts, and an ugly shirt, just for the purpose of freaking people out. I also have a very nice black hoodie with little dark gray designs on it. Thankfully, we didn't have enough money to buy new shoes, because I can't tie them, and I don't think the group believed me when I said I couldn't.
Overall, I look pretty snazzy. I'm quite pleased. I'm looking forward to the reactions of all my various friends. I don't think most people will recognize who I am at first glance.
I would attach a picture of my new look, but the topless mannequin made me titter.

5/17/06

Last night, through a few hours of phone calls and wandering around, I was able to give the phone back to the lady that owned it. I felt really good about myself. I fantasize every minute of the day, and often it's about me doing good deeds and impressing people. Not necessarily girls (though I wouldn't complain), but people in general. I guess my dream is to be well received as a nice guy. What can I say? I'm sensitive. I lie awake at night, thinking about all the things I did terribly that day. Every last thing. From when I botched talking to that cute girl on the bus to when I fumbled the quarter as I gave it to that hobo. Oh, god. I don't want to think about that hobo.
Nothing of note happened today. Tomorrow, though, I'm going shopping with two girls: Maya and Sonum.
Maya is my girlfriend, but she makes it a point to deny it. This makes me grin. I don't know who she's kidding. I have a huge crush on her, and everyone knows it. If she doesn't like me the same way, she sure makes a poor job at convincing people otherwise. I've had her over at my house more times than any other friend this year.
Sonum is a girl I know from my theatre class, and I don't know her that well. Oh, well, I like her just the same.
Anyways, they're taking me shopping, where they will buy me some clothes and cut my hair (don't worry, it'll only be a trim) so that I can become "the perfect guy."
I'm a handsome guy. People have started to notice. Heh. I knew it all along.
The photo enclosed is one I took while I was on the swings. It sums up the lightheaded, happy mood I'm in right now.

5/16/07

Today was fairly uneventful, as per usual. Sure, somebody may have made a good joke, and sure, some kid might have almost given himself a concussion by thwacking his head on the side of a metal pole spinning around on a merry-go-round. Those minor things aside, today was boring.
Especially so because I have an extra class tacked onto the end of my school day. from 3:15 to about 4:15, I have a study hall. It's because I failed or am about to fail a class, and now I have extra time to do homework. If I don't do it, a teacher comes by and yells at me. This is exactly what I need to get my work done.
But as I was walking home, I saw a silver glimmer on the concrete. It was a cell phone. This excited me. I found a snippet of somebody's life, I thought. I found someone's mouth.
Looking through the owner's hundreds of contacts, I figured it might not be a good idea to go down the list and call everyone. So, I've been waiting for someone to call me instead. So far, I've gotten a call from an automated advertisement, and I've gotten a call from the cell phone owner's stepmother, who shrieked at me for (apparently) stealing the phone, and then hung up on me.
The phone sits in front of me now, and I'm afraid to answer it.

5/15/07

I am so sorry.
I started up this blog half a year ago, missed a single post, and put it off. After putting it off, I missed more posts. After missing more posts, I gave up. After giving up, I forgot about everything.
But after I suddenly got the urge to start writing one of these "blog" doohickeys, I realized that I already had one, and that I had left it in the gutter for dead. So, I wrapped it in a blanket, took it home, and it has been recovering ever since.
My goal is to post one photo, every single day. I will explain what's going on in my life, and then I'll explain the photo. I am a sucky photographer, and a sucky writer, but I think that the two will compensate for one another, and my underlying wit will leave a touch on my art in such a way that nobody else can duplicate.
In other words, this blog is bad.
But you won't find this kinda bad anywhere else.
I am so sorry.