cimorene

i'm a quite good dancer and i've missed it all summer. i'm just worried i'll suddenly find out i've forgotten how when i get back. i'm really quite ready to leave, though. am tired of being home. being around people who don't know your parents is really different from people who do. people who remember when i was nine years old and used to wear purple stirrup tights and a large green t-shirt to church simply can't have the same perspective as my new acquaintances who guess wrong my age and my name and where i grew up, because i don't, thank you, have a southern accent. and i guess i feel like i'm more me there.

they say you can never go home again. blah blah, which is really fucking deep. but you can't. and i'm thinking i don't want to spend another summer at home, like ever.

oh, and the thing about not wanting to buy clothes all of a sudden? i spoke too soon. i haven't bought any since, like, spring break, unless you count bras and underwear and two pairs of shoes, and i haven't even been much to the mall, and some ny & co pictures didn't tempt me at all (!!!), but then... a chance glimpse over my little sister's shoulder at delia's, which i don't even like, filled me with lust for sweaters. yes, cardigan ones, the kind with those big collars that fold over. mm, possibly the kind that zip up. maybe a short duster--i only have one duster. look for me on the floor at express or the limited or aeropostale, twitching in mindless ecstasy.