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Sunday, January 16, 2005
I woke up, rolled over and looked at my hair. It was moving to my heartbeat. After fights, breakfast, I went looking for hooks for my room. There's a wall full of them now, each with an imaginary purpose that I'll remember wistfully later. Shoe hooks, big hooks, metal hooks, book hooks...
My favourite device is a spring-loaded clasp. It says push on one side, and reminds me of Alice because of that. It's utterly useless, and I bought four. (I know my description is rubbish. Use your imagination...)
I have a huge mirror hung pretentiously wonky, and I'm tired of working and wish to lie down into the floor, and Rip Van Winkle myself into two weeks the future, when everything's nicely finished.
But my room will be nice. It's big.
My brother got me mascara for Christmas, y'know. Haven't tried it out yet, probably won't. But I'd love to pretend I had pretty eyelashes, and apply it ever so carefully to complete my face for the day. I'd love the looks I got from people at school or the street. I don't mind being looked at. At least it lets me know I'm there...
My favourite device is a spring-loaded clasp. It says push on one side, and reminds me of Alice because of that. It's utterly useless, and I bought four. (I know my description is rubbish. Use your imagination...)
I have a huge mirror hung pretentiously wonky, and I'm tired of working and wish to lie down into the floor, and Rip Van Winkle myself into two weeks the future, when everything's nicely finished.
But my room will be nice. It's big.
My brother got me mascara for Christmas, y'know. Haven't tried it out yet, probably won't. But I'd love to pretend I had pretty eyelashes, and apply it ever so carefully to complete my face for the day. I'd love the looks I got from people at school or the street. I don't mind being looked at. At least it lets me know I'm there...
