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#140 - It's the little things. Always.
Interesting things have happened in the past few days, little coincidences that have further proved to me that it's time to get out of my shell and start doing things to get my life back in order. Not that I needed any more proof, but sometimes life just likes to indulge in a little lasersharking, yanno?
(Whoever is up there kicking me in the ass is also probably using these boots to do it.)
The one coincidence I feel comfortable talking about here is going to the thrift store again today and finding Letters to a Young Artists: Straight-Up Advice on Making a Life in the Arts - For Actors, Performers, Writers, and Artists of Every Kind by Anna Deavere Smith. This is the second time I've found something eerily relevant to my situation/interests in the throwaway chaos of the thrift store, the first time being that I found Quarterlife Crisis: The Unique Challenges of Life in Your Twenties. It's things like this that keep me coming back for more. (That, and the fact that paperbacks are $0.25 and hardbacks are $0.50. I mean, come on. Combined with the glory of Amazon, eBay, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
garagesalejapan, I'll almost never pay full price for a book again.)
For some reason, the cashier asked me how old I was. I told her I was 20-going-on-21. She gave me the O_O look and said that she thought I was still in high school.
"Really?" she exclaimed. "You're that old?"
That really didn't make me feel better about my perceived place in life.* But it was amusing. It wouldn't be the first time this has happened, either: one of the cafeteria workers in my dorm this academic year thought I was fifteen, and was thusly very confused when he saw me walking around in the dorm cafeteria. I don't mind the fact that I look (and dress! ...and act!) young, and certainly it'll serve me well as I get older (provided that my myriad other unhealthy habits don't age me prematurely), but I just have to watch out for the lolicons.
After the thrift store outing, I did grocery shopping at Dominick's and then visited a local beauty supply store to pick up supplies for when I finally get around to bleaching my hair and then dying it at home.
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My mother just called my cell phone from our house phone in order to tell me to do the dishes. That probably says something about our level of communication in this house.
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I think I'm also going to gave in and upgrade to a Plus account. I want moar icons, and there's a Gintoki moodtheme I want to put up. (I use AdBlock and Ad Butler - I think that's the name - to get rid of LJ's fugly ads. \o/)
-Reileen
I saw the sign, and it opened up my eyes, I saw the sign
*To be fair, I was wearing my orange Hello Kitty "Being this cute is exhausting!" T-shirt with jeans and a brown sweater duster, and my hair was hanging loose with only two rainbow-colored clips to hold it back.
(Whoever is up there kicking me in the ass is also probably using these boots to do it.)
The one coincidence I feel comfortable talking about here is going to the thrift store again today and finding Letters to a Young Artists: Straight-Up Advice on Making a Life in the Arts - For Actors, Performers, Writers, and Artists of Every Kind by Anna Deavere Smith. This is the second time I've found something eerily relevant to my situation/interests in the throwaway chaos of the thrift store, the first time being that I found Quarterlife Crisis: The Unique Challenges of Life in Your Twenties. It's things like this that keep me coming back for more. (That, and the fact that paperbacks are $0.25 and hardbacks are $0.50. I mean, come on. Combined with the glory of Amazon, eBay, and
garagesalejapan, I'll almost never pay full price for a book again.)For some reason, the cashier asked me how old I was. I told her I was 20-going-on-21. She gave me the O_O look and said that she thought I was still in high school.
"Really?" she exclaimed. "You're that old?"
That really didn't make me feel better about my perceived place in life.* But it was amusing. It wouldn't be the first time this has happened, either: one of the cafeteria workers in my dorm this academic year thought I was fifteen, and was thusly very confused when he saw me walking around in the dorm cafeteria. I don't mind the fact that I look (and dress! ...and act!) young, and certainly it'll serve me well as I get older (provided that my myriad other unhealthy habits don't age me prematurely), but I just have to watch out for the lolicons.
After the thrift store outing, I did grocery shopping at Dominick's and then visited a local beauty supply store to pick up supplies for when I finally get around to bleaching my hair and then dying it at home.
***
My mother just called my cell phone from our house phone in order to tell me to do the dishes. That probably says something about our level of communication in this house.
***
I think I'm also going to gave in and upgrade to a Plus account. I want moar icons, and there's a Gintoki moodtheme I want to put up. (I use AdBlock and Ad Butler - I think that's the name - to get rid of LJ's fugly ads. \o/)
-Reileen
I saw the sign, and it opened up my eyes, I saw the sign
*To be fair, I was wearing my orange Hello Kitty "Being this cute is exhausting!" T-shirt with jeans and a brown sweater duster, and my hair was hanging loose with only two rainbow-colored clips to hold it back.