i have abba's "waterloo" stuck in my head. i could be repeating the verse waterloo, waterloo baby over and over in my head because that was the last scene of mamma mia! i saw or i love waterloo. it could be both. i walked all the way from work to king and university yesterday. the response of many was "wow! that's a bit of a trek, eh?" followed by a weird look on their faces. it didn't even feel like i was walking; rather, i was floating over side streets and restaurants that i have populated over the years. i walked past memories if anything and it was pretty decent.
i don't wear black eyeshadow anymore. it felt like an addiction i needed to kick. i still have it in my makeup basket, my black eyeliner too, and the less i think about it the more i feel it was the right decision to make. why does making the switch from one eyeshadow colour to another have to be such a big deal? it was my comfort for many, many years. and like the electric blue eyeshadow, this too will be a symbol of my adolescent years (even though they aren't over just yet.)
so i have this year. it's a sort of transition year. i'll change my makeup, change my hair, wear different clothes but is it enough? physical adaptation isn't always gonna cut it for what it is you feel on the inside. this year is a transition in so many different ways than what i could ever articulate. i feel like i should put hash tags after some of these sentences like #mylifeisajoke or #srlsyeverythingisalright because they feel like tweets. my communication skills are so diluted. maybe this is good practice for me. professors always told me to be concise and writing 140 character posts forces me to be succinct. really, was i? how hard was it all, really? surprisingly not at all.
day two:
for so many other things.
