There'll be twisted karaoke at the Anisteed lounge
I'm feeling wiggly in that restless sort of way and in need of a new hairstyle. Maybe I'll dye it this weekend. I've never dyed it during the school year before. I wonder if anyone will notice.I've been thinking about anonymity or lack thereof and the Internet and who we decide we want to be online and who we think we are versus how others interpret us. Maybe the me that I think is me isn't the me that other people think is me - actually, I'm sure that's true. That makes me wonder what kind of me you see me as, how much the you in the equation changes how the me appears to you.
Maybe in imagining others complexly, like JG and DFW want(ed), we give others too much credit. Maybe our teenage imaginations run wild and we imagine that others are more considerate, creative, real, pure, aware, emotional, sensible, then they actually are. And then maybe we're the stupid ones, the naive ones, the ones that the French like to invite to Dinner Games to make fun of. What's that they say? Don't expect too much and you'll never be disappointed.
Oh. It's just been one of those weeks. You know the ones where it feels like everyone hates you and everyone's ignoring you and everything keeps going wrong and you're in a horrible mood the entire time and can't help but piss people off? I've fully descended into Hilary Duffdom, and apparently the negativity monster lives there with his friends the anti-socialites and the angry bugs. At least it's a four day weekend, yeah?
