Sunday, March 10, 2002

"Words" by Agent 99

I'm back at home. And I'm bored already.

Don't get me wrong, I love being here. There's nothing like the nice Houston humidity to refresh a girl after a long period of time in a desert. The weather's been great... sunny, a touch of wetness in the air, and cool. I've been watching movies, something I don't often get a chance to do at USC. And that's about it. I'm tired of alone time. I'm ready to go out, party, chill with other people... argh! Hopefully this next week will provide more opportunities, but I'm stuck without a car. And when people are miles away, a car is necessity. Yet, it's not been all bad... not at all.

Yesterday, my mom and I went shopping. I bought a couple of things from Abercrombie, a complete anomaly for me. I spent all of high school avoiding that establishment like the plague. Yet now, when I'm in high school, what do I do? I go shopping at Abercrombie... laughing at all the high schoolers who feel that their popularity is based on their favorite brand of clothing. And I laughed at the people that work there too. I believe they hire for looks, not for competence. The girl who checked me out... well, she had great difficulty doing that. But she was beautiful, so I forgave her. The boy at the changing rooms? Rather rude, not particularly attentive. But he was beautiful, so I forgave him. The girl stocking the shelves? Again, not the friendliest gal in the world, but she was beautiful, so I forgave her. Isn't it strange how I can be so condescending, but I'm truly not jealous nor do I bear hard feelings towards any of them. I'm glad I'm not beautiful. It would be a pain and a hassle... everyone would put me in a little box, much like I put these other people in the same little box. I think that it's a lot easier to take a normal looking person seriously than someone who looks like they just stepped off the pages of Vogue. Not to mention the fact that it's so threatening to be around them. Girls hate other beautiful girls because they're afraid that their boyfriends will run off with them. And vice versa with beautiful boys. And while I sometimes lapse into these strange times of longing to be truly gorgeous... I get over it quickly. There's nothing wrong with being cute or pretty. It's an advantage, most of the time.

I washed the dog today. I think Trixie's on her last legs... but she still puts up a fight when you get her wet. She makes certain you know that she doesn't like the shampoo.. and she races out of the bathroom at the first possible opportunity. I'm proud of her... she's got a lot of spunk for a 13 year old dog. And at the same time, the situation's a tad bittersweet. She's really the only pet I've had. (Minus the fish named Saddam Hussein and the two parakeets that I had for three months) And I doubt my parents are going to buy another dog.

I'm off to watch the Episode II trailer. I'm such a dork. (Thanks Widge!)