On realizing that you've grown up a little

 As an appropriate Day-before-my-birthday-post, I thought I's write about how it's the little things that make you notice that you've changed as a person in the process of growing up. You've changed favourite ice cream flavours. You no longer want to drink chocolate milk with every meal. Whiskey even tastes kinda cool. It surprises me every time, although I don't know why. Every time I think back on how things were and how I used to be when I was younger I'm quite happy with where my life is. Hopefully that feeling will stay the same no matter how old I get.

On linking fashion with architecture

Clothes and fashion rock.

On making peace with my face

I hate having my picture taken. Hate hate hate. I don't know my angles, I make weird herp-a-derp faces and most of the time I just look horribly awkward. It's weird, I like my face irl, but as soon as there's a camera nearby I dodge like I'm Neo in the fucking Matrix. I hate it, I really want to look cool on pictures too, but I just feel really uncomfortable in front of a camera and always come out looking extremely self-conscious.

Sometimes facial features get switched for vegetables too.

On letters and their significance

Letters rock. Packages are amazing. One of my dearest Japanese friends, T, and I send each other little things every now and again. It started out with me asking him for his address to send him some Swedish candy, and after making me promise I wouldn't send him a letter bomb or anything ("If you send me bomb presents, I will sad. ^^" I mean, how is that not the cutest thing ever?), the best pen-pal relationship ever commenced.

Left: O, one of my best friends. Right: T, best package sender known to mankind.

On running away

New years open up the possibility for new things. Some decide to take their careers somewhere by starting school. Some people start a family. Some people stay put in the jobs they hate, going "Yeah, I know I said I was going to quit, but man, all the insecurities!". Some people get a cat. Some get fifteen cats.

Not me, thank fuck.

I start planning to elope.