I turned 18.5 yesterday and I totally forgot about it. Apparently when you have actual responsibilites and stuff that happens. Augh. I could've mentioned that at QSU and then I could've been special. Tofu, the meatless wonder, 18.5!! Wheeee.
I better be regular tomorrow or I'm going to find some enhanced fiber for my moral essence. You know, half birthdays don't matter at all… but it's one of the few things I can hold on to. I don't know what that means.
Today the back stairs smelled like Taiwan. Cold concrete + cigarette butts = Taiwan apparently. My room smells like pop tarts. I like that. I post deadjournals in spurts. Spurt spurt spurt.
I should figure out this life thingy someday. Maybe if I tried to actively get what I want instead of settling for facsimilies. That doesn't work. You can't make people like you. Well… if you talked to them they'd at least get to know you. And you can't make people love you. Aladdin taught me that. I want X but I go for Y because it works. Oh well.
I saw this guy I've been mentally stalking at lunch today. He was a green boy bathed in a golden light… ha. He was wearing a long sleeved blue button up shirt, blue chucks, and brown pants. After lunch, I was wearing a long sleeved blue button up shirt, green/brown pants, and… fire chucks. I thought wearing my blue ones would be too weird.
I'm fucking creepy sometimes, you know that? Why is it 1:05am? Dirty dirty fingernails.