Saturday, August 12, 2006

 
I feel like I'm straddling this fence somewhere along the line. I know this is partially ridiculous, but I can't help it. I went to Tomfest, I like going to rock and roll concerts. I always wanted to be badass, and in high school that meant driving into the school parking lot with POD blaring. :) I got a tattoo, and though nobody can see it, I know it's there, and it makes me feel badass.

But I can't pull off badass. I like being sarcastic with kids, and I smile when they're sarcastic back. I like the library. I like station wagons. And yogurt. I'm going to be a teacher. I'd much rather pull off a music project, but I'll never get enough motivation or creative genius to pull that off.

Recently I'm shopping for "teacher clothes", but not just teacher clothes, but English institute teaching clothes. I bought an actual, genuine pair of dress shoes that are much girlier than the doc marten boots I wore all spring. I'm buying khaki pants, plain nicer tshirts, and wearing them every day. I look schooled in prepdom.

But, I bought a jean jacket, and I keep telling myself that the jean jacket is the ultimate "straddle the fence" piece of clothing. It can be rock and roll, and it can be preppy girl. I guess I might be able to do both. I'm so afraid of losing my youth.

As for a book recommendation, everyone should read "Body Piercing Saved My Life: Inside the Phenomenon of Christian Rock" by Andrew Beaujon. Pick it up here, and have fun. It's like someone watched the last 10 years of my life. These are the things I try to explain to my friends, and they look at me funny. They don't care that Ronnie and Jason are brothers, and play awesome music that nobody buys cause they're on tooth and nail.

but that's just what i think. and beaujon.

 



just for you guys :) there it is. i'm in love with it.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

 
i actually did it. in a time where I feel like an adult, my parents aren't around to check in with. i'm doing this all my own -- and i got a tattoo.

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