it's 4am and i'm feeling a little crazed. it seems as though i only find myself here at ungodly hours (that i so love) or when i'm on the brink of a psychotic break. i assure you that i'm here today with thoughts that have yet to be formed and am far from even the tiniest of psychotic breaks. i think.
i purchased my first ever rice cooker two days ago. it was also the day i found that the ikea ice cream no longer tastes the same. and i realised how much i've aged, which is ridiculous if you really think about it cause i'm 21 and life is supposed to have just begun. and yet, and yet - my eyes are weary and dark circles have become a permament feature, my metabolism has slowed down considerably and i've given up on alcohol (!!!) and the idea of partying. but despite it all i'm still okay which is almost a startling degree of comforting.
my beautician today told me that the oil glands in my face were overactive due to my age and at the moment i felt like i was adolescent teetering on teenagedom and puberty all over again, somewhat timely as i negotiate the path back to student life too far away. in a similar vein, i've been considering growing out my hair and am pretty much resolved to committing to it, following multiple failed attempts over the course of the last 8 years during which they never went past my shoulder blades.
so much is changing, too bloody fast.
i wonder what life is trying to tell me.
i purchased my first ever rice cooker two days ago. it was also the day i found that the ikea ice cream no longer tastes the same. and i realised how much i've aged, which is ridiculous if you really think about it cause i'm 21 and life is supposed to have just begun. and yet, and yet - my eyes are weary and dark circles have become a permament feature, my metabolism has slowed down considerably and i've given up on alcohol (!!!) and the idea of partying. but despite it all i'm still okay which is almost a startling degree of comforting.
my beautician today told me that the oil glands in my face were overactive due to my age and at the moment i felt like i was adolescent teetering on teenagedom and puberty all over again, somewhat timely as i negotiate the path back to student life too far away. in a similar vein, i've been considering growing out my hair and am pretty much resolved to committing to it, following multiple failed attempts over the course of the last 8 years during which they never went past my shoulder blades.
so much is changing, too bloody fast.
i wonder what life is trying to tell me.
1 comment:
I love rice and changes. I do.
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