Now...back in my day, Xanga was the big thing. http://www.xanga.com/CreamofLentil — you should go there and look at that. Go back to the entries from like 2005 because they were funny. As I got older, I got less humorous. Middle school and High School though, I was a cool person.
Now I'm just like everyone else.
Wearing my stupid skinny jeans and Converse sneakers, pretending I'm cool. Listening to Belle & Sebastian on my iPod as I walk or bike to school. Driving around my hybrid car, acting like I give a hoot about saving the environment. Shopping at Whole Foods and buying non-homogonized milk. What does that even mean? Let's face it, one of my main reasons I shop at whole food is because there are beautiful organic-looking boys with beards who work there. There was a really nerdy one who was staring at me as I was walking out the other day. I should have just jumped on him because, honestly, nothing is hotter than a bearded organic nerd with black framed glasses.
Anyway, I do care about the environment, and I don't want to torture the poor little earth...and I do like my music and my skinny jeans, but I feel like I'm not the care-free lass I used to be. Everyone does all those things now — which is great, because 500 people who recycle is better than just Erika... a dirty old journalist... but I used to go crazy and run around school throwing glitter in the air and telling people my name was Chrysanthemum.
I live alone. I used to think I wanted a roomie, but I am not sure about all that now.
I enjoy coming home to silence after my long days. I enjoy taking a bath with the door open and eating pancakes in my skivvies.
I like having no one to answer to and blaring my David Bowie records. I like making my exotic cuisines and not having to share it with anyone. Some would call me selfish for all of this, but it's better looking at it this way then crying myself to sleep because I'm alone so much. Plus, I have Conan O'Brien and Stephen Colbert on HDTV right in my bedroom when I feel sad and lonely, and who can feel sad and lonely when they are basically in the room with you?
I really want to go to the pumpkin patch and the apple orchard before the fall season is over...but I haven't found any college kids who are into all that. They just want to party and watch crappy movies, which I enjoy occasionally...but, seriously, give me someone who's down for a good game of Parcheesi and a trip to the Pumpkin Patch for some Succotash or someone who wants to sit and home and drink apple cider and sit on my dock and discuss whether the moon looks better as a waning gibbous or as a waxing crescent. I would say my favorite moon though is the third quarter moon.
Today, I was at a coffee shop. There were British boys who came in and man oh man. I would pay a lot of money for a night with a British man, especially an indie one with a beard and black-rimmed glasses.
We could get freaky to some David Bowie and Animal Collective.
Most of what I have said in here is jest, for those of you who don't know me and cannot detect my hints of sarcasm or silliness.
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