I'm all decked out in retro merchandise. Blue jeans made of old fads and a personal flare. Little shiny makeup bag. Fishnets under ripped up jeans, torn and tattered seams. Bright blue and lime green, pink hair and blue-gold eyeshadow. 128 songs of the 1980s on my blue iPod mini's on-the-go playlist. Days like today, with compliments and creativity... I suppose they are rare. I don't remember any prior experience like this. I am sailing in a sea of thought, looking back on my past times as The Cure's "Friday I'm In Love" comes on. And I wonder Just the littlest, strangest things. Like how throughout my life I've seen people and imagined their picture in a thesaurus next to beautiful, or viewed their graceful movements as walking poetry, or their aura a window to a new dimension of coolness. And I've always been afraid, or just too shy, to talk to them. Days like today make me wonder How many people think that about me? Granted, I don't really dress in a way that I would imagine people looking up to, and I haven't any defining mannerisms that wouldn't make any sane person gag... But today I imagined that it could be possible... I've been thinking about what effect that would have on me... I'm trying to tell as many people as possible how much I look up to them from afar. And at the same time, I feel so very conceited at the moment. And I spelled that concetided for a moment, so I'm not so puft-up now, am I? I suppose not. Joy Division... Lost my mind and place about an hour ago, sorry. <3<3Paz