Promiscuous and the current news.

pro·mis·cu·ous –adjective
1.
characterized by or involving indiscriminate mingling or association, esp. having sexual relations with a number of partners on a casual basis.
2.
consisting of parts, elements, or individuals of different kinds brought together without order.
3.
indiscriminate; without discrimination.
4.
casual; irregular; haphazard.

I met someone this weekend. Technically, I'm not available, not really. I flirted anyway. He's eight years older than I am. He has my number.
I'm pretty sure that I may end up seeing him again, though I'm not sure if its because I want to or because I have the urge to do something that I normally wouldn't. I hope not.

I met him in the video store next to my dad's bike shop. The guy that works there is an overstuffed peacock and a pompus ass. But he does give me discounts on new releases sometimes, so I suppose he's alright.

My hair is red now. It used to be blondish, but I dyed it. So now its red.

I wanted black. My mum said that it was out of the question, but I chose the darkest red possible.

The hairdresser thinks I look like her now, but I won't let it bother me. In my heart, I know I'll always look more like dad.

I'm reading a book on the history and tradition of ninjutsu. It's actually quite interesting. Maybe I'll try and take karate lessons or something. Scathing wit and bad social skills won't protect me forever, and I'm only a year away from entering the real world, though one could argue that I've always sort of been on the cusp of it. I don't believe in the real world; its like Santa and God, only existing to those who believe it exists.
I believe in Santa Claus. Faeries and magic, too. Because magic really does exist, and the things that live in your closet and under your bed are going to get you if you don't watch out for them.

So turn out your light, close your eyes, and pray that they aren't hungry.