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My taste in all things social is changing again. Just goes to show me, of all people, that i'm still trying to find myself. I wonder how long this is going to last because it's just peachy. I know these little 'life crisis' situations are hitting me hard when i stay up at night. You know what runs through my head? Red lipstick, tattoos on my arm, short hair, great & soft moccasins, my wool bag, school plays, a showoff during lunch, prom, magazines, San Francisco, help little girls with self-esteem issues, tooth pick skinny, a boy just as crazy as i am... But you know what? I highly doubt tattoos on my arm just yet, i'm not a giving person, i dont have red lipstick, i'm scared of short hair, i can't even drive to SF, i have nothing to show off during lunch, im too lazy to run miles to get tooth pick skinny & i ENJOY eating thank you, & i will not find a boy just as psycho as i am-well not here and i doubt now. I just enjoy pretending that i'll be someone, it's great actually. But then i wake up and realize that being a loser is the way to go! :)