- On little rails on the train platform
On the floor of the train by the doors (yeah, kids nowadays are too cool to sit in the seats)
On a step outside some shop when there was a big power cut and all the shops made everyone go outside, and Charlie used this time to make her toy from her Happy Meal, a scary man thing with a box for a head (which took her ages to assemble, despite it being aimed for five year olds, and she ended up sticking one side using a mustache sticker that came with it) and a pink cowboy hat that she then decided was her new boyfriend
A toilet seat (I had a lot to drink x___x)
A bench outside an O2 shop
A bench in the middle of an open space thing
A seat in some shop for a few seconds
Little drum seats in a music shop, although there were only two and I didn't get to sit on one
That was about it I think. My legs were tired after all that :[
I'm reading this book Charlie gave me called Everybody Hurts, it's "an essential guide to emo culture". I'm learning a lot from it o 3o
It's taught me that I should use some blog that's connected to my real life instead of my Gaia journal that nobody really cares about.
And that my friend count of thirty-something on MySpace is pathetic.
Yeah, I'm not being cool enough on the internet, my own safe haven.
And I'm confused as to which type of emo I am.
Wait a minute, am I emo? o___o
I'm confused now
I've always thought of myself as an indie kid, but it's all so confusing...
Labels make me feel safe though, so I don't want to go with the whole "labels are for soup cans" attitude. Because technically your name is a label.
Hold up I'm gonna urbandictionary.com "label"
Lo and behold, the first entry is an anti-label entry. All in chatspeak, with the words clique, Marilyn Manson, and definition spelled incorrectly. Oh wow, the seventh definition is actually a good one. Too long to paste into here.
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Yeah, I need a proper blog. Gaia journals from now on will strictly be Gaia business, I promise.]
