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Bruises and rainbows and goth kids. Oh my. O Travis, how doth thou injure me? Let me count the ways.Two scrapes on my foot, a cluster of bruises on each knee, two hurty wrists, a bruise on my ankle, and another bruise developing on my arse. And I accidentally made my nose bleed (not a nosebleed, just a bleeding nose). And I'm sick. Achoo. Cough cough. Shniffle. I need a hug. But! The choreography is very cool, and it's all drummy and African-ish, and I get to jump up and flap like a bird, and it doesn't look as ridiculous as it sounds, I swear. Yay, look at him being all "whee!" without his long hair and his bandanna thing. Oh yes. I'm in a society now. The Bad Rainbow Society. I'm sure Ms.McCall (previous entry) would be pleased to know that we've named our group of fruit flies after her idiotic remark. I saw this kid today. Your typical goth scenester-wear, black hair, strappy things on his arms, head down, eyes on the ground. There was a pretty deep looking scar on his arm, a cross or an X he'd carved into his skin, that he hadn't bothered to hide. I wondered what had hurt him so terribly that he had to hurt himself. I wondered for a good part of the next class. I thought about what could possibly have happened to him that would make him that angry, or sad, or morbid. I guess I'm one of those nosey people who likes to watch other people, watch their movements and mannerisms, listen in on strangers' conversations, try to guess what their lives are like. This is either a good skill, or a creepy one. Perceptive, or judgmental. People-person characteristic, or serial killer characteristic, I can't really tell. Indy said she saw him too, and thought he needed a hug, so I guess I'm not alone in my prying ways. I also thought about college today. Then I got panicky and stopped thinking about college. That usually happens. 2003-08-20 @ 10:33 p.m. |