A few weeks or maybe days, time is forever a strange bitch, ago Krysten from Girls are Weird Blog told me was I was weird.
gah, the "I'm Weird" button that Krysten loving bestowed on me is not working :( - I'll fix it up later, I promise!)
And frankly I couldn't think of a greater complement than that!
When I was in middle school, I had a friend. No really, I had one friend. And she and I always said we were weird - and people in our school seemed to agree with that statement. We were different. I had long frizzy hair that couldn't be contained. My parents weren't farmers and they didn't have jobs that were recognisable by my class mates. I had older brothers - I did well in school. I liked reading.
I thought Clueless was the funniest movie ever. And man did I enjoy other "weird things" like ballet and Seinfeld.
If I said something a bit off kilter (which is what I do) and a classmate responded with "you're weird" I'd reply, "Yes, I am..."
This did not make me popular, bitches.
But that's the thing about Weird. We're all weird. Of course, a few years later that friend grew out of being "weird" - and we haven't really talked since. That's middle school for you. Filled with hurts of everyone trying to grow into themselves. But that's the thing, I didn't need to grow into myself, I already knew I didn't want to be the same as everyone else. I knew I had bigger dreams than that.
I now think High Fidelity is a spectacular film, and wonder more times than I'd like to admit about why John Cusack wears so many trench coats in his movies and while we're pondering John Cusack movies - must he always be standing in the rain?
I cannot stay up late without crying. And I can't remember the last time I slept in until 8 am.
I think sprouts are super yummy and cannot fathom how anyone eats a banana. That texture! Ew.
My hair is still uncontrollable, and my parents still have jobs that cannot be easily explained. And you know what, so do I.
Thank you Krysten for thinking of me - you're weird too :)