So I've been very excited that graduation is approaching... and i've been considering a change.
To celebrate my freedom, I've been considering certain things...
1) -getting dreadlocks
OR
-cutting my hair and doing the whole Gwen Stefani thing from a couple of years ago (when it was pink)
2) -persuing a hobby as a serious summer job (IE- working at a comic book store or some art atmosphere, trying to work at the St. Pete Times, or trying to work at some music store and in my spare time working on my drum skills hardcore...)
3) -when I get a newer car... which may take alot longer if I go for number 2 instead of some sell out corporate job... having the car be something that reflects my personality.. like the jeep does... except something that's much.... much... better with gas mileage
4) -forming a hobby out of something i've always wanted to do... IE horse back riding, photography, anything to do with art, maybe take singing lessons and go... try out for something crazy I dunno... or go sky diving... or, or.. I could go and like... read to old people in the old folks home. Do they let you read to them?
Anyway, I think I have some great plans going... but then tonight, I pulled this question on my family at dinner... I was like so if I got dreads would you guys feel weird about that? My dad rolled his eyes. (Never a good sign) My grandma replied with something like, "How are you gonna feel if it gets all matted and you have to cut all your hair off?" I said "meh..." Then my dad asks if I'm going through a hard time and feel the need to change myself or something like that... what?!?! umm no... Then my grandma asked if I knew alot of people who had their hair like that. It was like wow guys, thanks... I'm not uncomfortable with the way I look or trying to be just like everyone else. I'm actually just considering things that I might like. AWKWARD!!! How to explain that, I just don't know.
Why do adults think kids need a reason to be spontaneous? Doesn't that defeat the purpose? Besides... If I want to grow up to be a rocker bum, I need to start destroying things very, very soon... other wise.. I just might fail at that and end up with some sort of successful life. Who wants that?!? Lol...
(Note to readers: none of this message should be taken to an extreme literal form. I was not unhappy when I wrote this, but rather in an upbeat, conversational type mood. If you feel the need to comfort me or make light of the situation, don't worry... there is nothing wrong. All I'm asking for is your opinion, free of comments on my mood or the mood of any supposed person who might be involved with this post. IE my parents, the boogeyman, Santa, Captain Hook, Batman, the ninja turtles, Jim Carrey, anyone considered emo, Emeril (the chef), Hamlet, anyone who was once a member of No Doubt, Snoopy, a post it note, the unfortunate animal that became my second-hand road kill today, Abe Lincoln, Moses, Bach, Homer (the one that wrote the Illiad, not Simpson... well, him too)
Umm... the end.
To celebrate my freedom, I've been considering certain things...
1) -getting dreadlocks
OR
-cutting my hair and doing the whole Gwen Stefani thing from a couple of years ago (when it was pink)
2) -persuing a hobby as a serious summer job (IE- working at a comic book store or some art atmosphere, trying to work at the St. Pete Times, or trying to work at some music store and in my spare time working on my drum skills hardcore...)
3) -when I get a newer car... which may take alot longer if I go for number 2 instead of some sell out corporate job... having the car be something that reflects my personality.. like the jeep does... except something that's much.... much... better with gas mileage
4) -forming a hobby out of something i've always wanted to do... IE horse back riding, photography, anything to do with art, maybe take singing lessons and go... try out for something crazy I dunno... or go sky diving... or, or.. I could go and like... read to old people in the old folks home. Do they let you read to them?
Anyway, I think I have some great plans going... but then tonight, I pulled this question on my family at dinner... I was like so if I got dreads would you guys feel weird about that? My dad rolled his eyes. (Never a good sign) My grandma replied with something like, "How are you gonna feel if it gets all matted and you have to cut all your hair off?" I said "meh..." Then my dad asks if I'm going through a hard time and feel the need to change myself or something like that... what?!?! umm no... Then my grandma asked if I knew alot of people who had their hair like that. It was like wow guys, thanks... I'm not uncomfortable with the way I look or trying to be just like everyone else. I'm actually just considering things that I might like. AWKWARD!!! How to explain that, I just don't know.
Why do adults think kids need a reason to be spontaneous? Doesn't that defeat the purpose? Besides... If I want to grow up to be a rocker bum, I need to start destroying things very, very soon... other wise.. I just might fail at that and end up with some sort of successful life. Who wants that?!? Lol...
(Note to readers: none of this message should be taken to an extreme literal form. I was not unhappy when I wrote this, but rather in an upbeat, conversational type mood. If you feel the need to comfort me or make light of the situation, don't worry... there is nothing wrong. All I'm asking for is your opinion, free of comments on my mood or the mood of any supposed person who might be involved with this post. IE my parents, the boogeyman, Santa, Captain Hook, Batman, the ninja turtles, Jim Carrey, anyone considered emo, Emeril (the chef), Hamlet, anyone who was once a member of No Doubt, Snoopy, a post it note, the unfortunate animal that became my second-hand road kill today, Abe Lincoln, Moses, Bach, Homer (the one that wrote the Illiad, not Simpson... well, him too)
Umm... the end.