On things going to shit and other freakouts

My cold's still going strong, and while I've regained my voice, I've gotten my typical end-of-cold-cough-period, which leaves me coughing until I want to throw up in the mornings. G took pity on me and knocked on my door to offer me some tea to calm it down, which was really sweet. What turned less sweet about the day was trying to book a ticket to Kiruna for when T comes to visit this Christmas. They were running out, and was trying to get him to hurry up, and he kept taking his sweet time. Suddenly all the tickets were gone, and we were stuck in deep shit. I wanted to kick myself (and T as well) for not doing this earlier. Now we're kinda fucked over, and this has turned into a make-it-work-moment if there ever was one.

We now need to find a new place to stay, with new things to do, in a new part of Sweden with a chance of aurora borealis - any chance of aurora borealis is at this point good. Needless to say, I'm furious at the situation, but at the same time, I'm sure we can sort this out. I'm going to use this opportunity to push for going to Åre and Östersund to see my sister and her family. Not only is it a beautiful part of the country with lots of winter related stuff to do, but I know the area well, and it'll be far cheaper. Not as flashy or cool maybe, but it would be cool to be able to show T one of my favourite spots in Sweden. And yeah, I know I should've checked the tickets earlier, but what can I say, I've had a lot of stuff on my mind lately. Some things just can't be helped, and T said he was happy just to be coming to Sweden, so I'm sure I can sell this to him if I give it a whirl. Obviously I'm disappointed though, but I don't think it'll ruin anything. We'll have fun no matter what we do or where we go. As long as there's enough snow for me to start a snowball fight, at least I'll be pleased enough.

Tomorrow's my last day of work, having lived through these nine days with bravado. I'm exhausted. It's also Anime boy Yohei's birthday, and he's turning 30, which feels crazy. When did my friends start hitting 30? How come he still looks like the high school love interest from a shojo manga? What's up with that? I get a bit nervous at the concept of growing older and acting like more of an 'adult', whatever that means. Generally, what it means to most people, is to not have interesting hair or colourful clothes, and to eventually conform so that you can get a job and live out your existance like a worker ant in a colony. Looking wild and doing creative things seem to be, in our so called civilized world, something reserved only for the young. You hit 25 (or possibly 30, but that's pushing it) and bam! you're too old to do that shit anymore, and quite frankly you should know better. Growing old has always been something that's scared me, because being told to act and look my age has led me to feel dreary resentment towards 'grown-up style'. I love street style blogs, but I'm saddened at how few people featured ever are over 25. Sand linked this documentary on facebook though, and I'm totally enamoured with these ladies, and they lessen my fear of aging a little.

Clearly one can still be bad-ass at an older age. I mean, just check this lady out. The speed and smile with which she replies to the question (with the most amazing reply as well) is nothing short of inspiring. Not to mention that her hair looks awesome. I wonder if I could carry such a hairstyle and still look that cool? She's totally rocking it though. All these women are. Growing older will not be the death of personal style. I refuse the sweatpants. I reject the ill-fitting, drab, brown 'mature' outfits. I will not be boring. I'll be a clothing junkie and weirdo until the day I die.