Redhead Magnet

June 24, 2009

Today I thought would be a regular day. Wake up at 6:00 AM, go to summer school until 12:20 PM, get home at 1:10 PM, you get the idea. Instead, I was cheered up by a trip to Urban Outfitters.

I walked around the store looking for skirt since I didn’t own one. I ended up finding a skirt, a dress, a denim pair of shorts, and a “Cats” t-shirt (I used to watch that musical all the time when I was little). No, I didn’t buy all of those clothes, but I did try each of them on.

So I walked into the neatly arranged dressing rooms, topped off with Nylon Magazine. Guess what! I saw a redhead. He wasn’t really “a looker”, actually he reminded me a bit of Jeremy Davis from Paramore (look him up if you don’t know who he is!). He had red hair and a beard indeed, but what you don’t know is that he also had a nose ring.

The shorts and t-shirt just didn’t work. My legs looked strange in the shorts. Maybe it was the light, but I wasn’t in the mood to take that risk. Even with an undershirt on underneath, the t-shirt was way too long and had weird creases in it. The skirt was alright. I liked it, but I didn’t loved it; but it had pockets! I tried on the dress and fell in love. It was light weight and flowy, with thin horizontal stripes colored red, blue, and a cream shade of white. And might I say it looked fabulous with my purple converse?

I wandered the store a while longer looking for a regular rise pair of acid wash (grey and black, please!) cigarette style skinny jeans, with and ankle zipper. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find what I was looking for.
I grabbed a cute notebook which would be added to one of the various birthday items for my friend and a catalog. When I went to the register to pay, the redhead was there! I pushed my junk forward on the counter. “These catalogs are free, right?” I asked him. “Yeah,” he replied. He then added, “What if I told you they were a dollar and then you gave me a dollar?” I smiled and said, “That probably wouldn’t be very fair….” I finished, “But, I’d probably give you the dollar ’cause I’m kind of gullible.”

I now own a dress, which is a pretty rare sight. And to add to that, I will in fact wear it! Now, all I need is a Ron Weasley t-shirt to accompany my We The Kings “I Love Redheads” t-shirt.


I’m sinking like a stone in the sea.

June 6, 2009

6/6/09

I keep taking deep breaths because it feels like forgot how to breathe. I breathe too slow or to quick; not taking in enough oxygen or too much air. During the school year my little brother would breathe through his mouth heavily. Sometimes he would cry at night and I didn’t know why. It annoyed me terribly and I kept trying to explain to him why he didn’t need to breathe that way. Now I know the feeling. All of the sudden in the middle of the day I think, I don’t know what to do. You are probably thinking, About what? Well, I don’t know either. I just feel so utterly overwhelmed by everything. It’s summer time, right? I shouldn’t bother having to feel this way, but I do. And I am scared. I don’t know what will happen in a few hours or even a few days. Nobody really does. I mean, you might have a few events mapped out, but you don’t know what those moments of the day will feel like.

I went to my mother for advice and what she said was, “Just go and babysit. Once when you get home you can figure out what to do next.” I liked this idea, but this is all new for me. I’m used to planning out my day and setting goals, whether I realized it or not. This unpredictable schedule is throwing me off a bit. Today, I don’t want this day to slip away from me like all the other days do. Wasted and chasing time. Please time, stand still for only a day or two.

Brand New’s album Deja Entendu feels like my soundtrack. The events probably don’t quite match up, but the instrumentals capture my mood. In some songs Jesse Lacey almost whispers and I turn up my volume to savor his words. Especially in “Tautou”, which is one of my favorites though it’s only a minute and a half long.

I want to make this day last, but I don’t seem to know how. All I know is that I don’t want Monday to come. Please, not yet. If everyday was Saturday then I’d be fine with that. I’m still confused why I’m scared of what is next to come….