aesthetic values

I'm not trying to find myself, but slowly and surely, things are resurfacing...I will never be the same....but it's alright....new and improved Mo yay...

I was driving to Starbucks when Green Day's "Longview" came on the radio. I remember: me, 14, awkward and nappy, bushy browed, and rebellious against my parents, namely my Dad. He used to say that the music I listened to was from the devil...so Nirvana, Green Day, Off Spring, Pennywise, and others of the like made their way into my CD collection. Angsty...who wasn't at that age?

So here I am, 16 years later, still lovin Green Day (pre-2000's), but rollin in an economy car with my two car seats hogging the back seat, miscallaneous toys littering my car, my gray back pack on the passenger seat, and a gross bottle underneath the driver's seat that looks like a science experiment (I keep forgetting the toss it out ewwie). School. I thought I'd be done by now. Thirty years old--I don't feel old. I feel tired. That's about it. Oh, and I got chunky--what's that all about lol

I'm sipping a venti green iced tea, complete with 3 Splenda, typing away on my still not paid off lap top while the baby fights his sleep in the navy blue stroller next to me in this dimly lit Starbucks, surrounded by conversations and other nerds on their lap tops; one doing English homework, the other doing what looks like Statistics. Ugh I hated that class. Tell me, who the hell uses a bell curve in everyday life? Who cares about standard deviation? Not I.

Not too much changes. I still wear Chucks. No makeup (but I've since been introduced to tweezers lol). Still not trendy. Still don't give a f*ck about what other ppl think...I just need to free myself from this unknown antagonistic feeling....