i'm sure it's been said in the finer print

I am serious dinner date material today. Black skirt, red tank with white polka dots, cropped black cardigan. New bangs. Lip tint, even, 'cause I showered last night and had extra time to priss up this morning.

Silly: I feel anxious in the hallways sometimes because I am reminded of being in middle school. Especially when the 13 and 14 yr old girls look at me. I mean, heck, they aren't even sure I'm not a student. And all the kids are nearly as tall as I am, or taller. Occasionally, I will get a shouted-out compliment on what I'm wearing (i.e., "That skirt is NICE!"), but other times I think that the Alpha Girls of middle school are always looking to cut down other girls, and I'm not old enough to be disqualified. Because I hear nasty comments in stage whispers sometimes, too.

When I was in 8th grade, I wore carpenter jeans, skater tshirts from 26red (especially the ones with aliens on them), a ton of flannel, broomstick skirts, my dad's camo pants, and I can't even remember what else. Teehee.

(I am sunken in slackertude. I've been reading back entries of a certain journal all morning. Anyone care to be entertained on Gmail chat?)

I have quite a hankering to hear "The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia."

Uh, also, I want to sing in an alt.bluegrass, alt.mountainfolk, alt.jamboree band. Or just sit around barefoot in a cotton sundress with straw in my hair and shake a shaker while the band plays. I'm not picky.

I've stopped deleting the grow-yourself-a-bigger-harder-wang spams, because I think I'm gonna use the content or at least the subjects to cut and paste a little found poem. For handmade valentines! The people in charge of sending those things are getting downright creative.

(If you know what movie that quote up there is from, then you get a big ol' kiss. Or a hug, your choice.)