Hello! During Hurricane Sandy, I didn't really have much to do besides eat cereal and read, so I reverted to my favorite homebody activity: DANCING ALONE IN MY BEDROOM.
This is actually an activity I spend a lot of my time doing, and I probably enjoy a lot more than I should.
Like, maybe it's not just hurricanes that confine me to this shabby little quarter that I can't even call my own (housing costs in Manhattan + cheap parents = sharing a room with ten year old brother = retarded mouth noises all night = PURE MISERY AIDED BY SLEEP DEPRIVATION), but the paralyzing fear of the outside world and dealing with things besides Tumblr/Bones/black tea with cinnamon and vanilla in it and a LEMUR on the box. (Example: Cold weather. Another example: Bumping into people on the street and having them literally wish you were dead. Another another example: The sheer amount of effort it takes to get dressed.)
School is a chore, but not necessarily a bad one. It's like how homework isn't physically painful or anything once you get past procrastination (something that I'm obviously not capable of, given that I'm here now and not doing homework.) However, the amazing thing about school is that YOU CAN'T PROCRASTINATE AT SCHOOL. I made this realization not too long ago, and it is like, amazing. Plus, there are maybe one and a half cute boys at school (hey, I'm a teenage girl and this blog is about honesty) my eyes lick their lips for.
|worst metaphor ever|
but best gif ever
I realized that there are other really great things at school, even when you don't have the comfort of your best friends at your side. I mean, the other day we had a fire drill during jazz band (which my TWO friends aren't a part of right now--I think I have more, but my cynicism has made me oblivious to all things good and is begging for a pity party) and I was like 'ugh im a luzr' 'ugh i hav no frends' 'ugh lyf sux', BUT THEN, TWO PEOPLE APPROACHED ME. AND LIKE, THEY WERE BOTH TALKING TO ME AT THE SAME TIME AND I DIDN'T KNOW WHO TO LOOK AT AND THAT IS ALWAYS A GREAT THING. And then person one said to person two, 'Why do you wear lipstick? It looks unnatural.' and I said, 'Why are you wearing clothes? It's unnatural.' and then we launched into a heated debate about nakedness, picking flowers, cutting your hair and definitions that I can only drool and guffaw about.
Not all people are bad people if you can't borrow tampons from them and express your hate for virtually everyone and everything with them.
(cue for Charlie to exclaim, 'Whoa! No kidding! which was by the way, also not a part of the extremely watered down movie version--scowl.)
I mean, I like to savor conversation and avoid people as soon as I make any sort of connection with them because I don't want to run out of ink or say something to shatter our union of positive acknowledgement. I want to hold on tight to it like a piece of candy that is so special you want to save it for a special occasion, but end up never eating it. That's not really a positive thing because the yearning of eating the candy is not nearly as satisfying as enjoying the candy, even if you add the guilt that comes along with it being gone afterwards.
So yeah, dancing with myself is still my preferred method of passing time.