Updike was a travelin' man

I still feel like I need an overhaul. Which is a bit hard to come by when you're turning into a real person anyway. Yeah, that's right, I'm getting my student I.D. soon, and soon after that (like hopefully the same day) I'll be going to go stand in line at the Department of Motor Vehicles for one million hours and get my permit. Do I honestly need a permit to be able to learn something? It's not a license, it's an excuse. Like some cop will pull me over for weaving when I try unsuccessfully to shift gears, and I'll just hold that up. Like that would somehow exempt me from paying a ticket.

But I've decided that I'm going to gauge my ears. I had to find some way to fit in at my school. As a side note, it's unfortunate that I go to a school for misfits, because the only way you can nonconform is by dressing up in your Hollister best or wearing a Jonas Brothers sweatshirt. Ironically, of course. Everyone smokes, everyone has gauges, and the chances of that girl actually having her natural hair color are about as likely as finding someone who's aggressively LDS. Who has two thumbs, speaks French, and has her natural hair color? C'est moi. I'm not going to do them big, not like That Eric Guy, or Austin McNeckBeard, or Tage And His Gauges, all nicknames I call them only in reference. I am, however, going to go bigger than those retarded spikes simply everyone has.

Maybe I'm going through piercing withdrawal. Ever since losing my labret, I've just felt... -sob- different. I know this post is hilariously uncharacteristic, and for that I apologize. I've just finished looking through this one girl's amazing pictures on flickr. If you look through them, too, you'll realize why I'm taking on ounces of her persona. She's one of those people you want to be, or at least dress like.

This is why I feel like I need a change. I should probably start breaking away from my form of wearing a band shirt, cuffed pants, and Chuck Taylors. But I'll always be a day late, and a dollar short. I've always found myself to be the kind of person who relies on the kindness of others. Jonney bought me a knit hat that would be perfect if I had dreadlocks. Everyone at school has at least a quarter paid off into this belly.

It's a problem.

I could either get a job or tell my mom's budget to go fuck itself. That's what sucks about being middle-class. We have the title of class, but the dollar amounts of people working in factory facilities. I'm reluctant to put that out into the ether. How embarrassing it is to gaze longingly into stores like American Apparel and, even worse, Urban Outfitters, knowing that I would use those flannel shirts for something better than anybody else. I would make it more unique than anyone could ever imagine!

Really, though? I look at the aspects of my future self and wonder if anything is going to be that unique about me. An art school graduate, with a blog, a graphic designer, driving a band van and playing acoustic guitar with a partner. And I just had to decide to get gauges! Oh, rattlesnakes!