Socks and Feathers

Curling up in a chair, with my feet level with my butt, and wearing my boyfriend’s coat is one of the greatest pleasures I can think of. I love that jacket, it’s a grey plaid flannel, and it has that woolly sheep-fur junk as a liner. It’s so snuggly. I got to wear it in the car on the way back to my house, too, with the windows down and the air so cold I could feel it swirling around in my lungs, and the music so loud that it was hard to believe that anything was making noise anywhere else in the world. That was wonderful.

Speaking of woolly mammoths, I read a really funny book a while back called Mammoth. It was about… a mammoth. I bought it while on vacation, and read it at the beach. I love books like that, the trashy sci-fi novels that you don’t feel the least bit silly or guilty reading while you’re chilling out on vacation. I mean, I read the trashy sci-fi at home, too, but I always feel like I have to roll my eyes at it and keep my distance, or else I’m wasting my time. When I’m on vacation, though, I’m allowed to enjoy the stupid.

I have the worst skin. Not in terms of appearance, but it’s that awful combination skin. Yesterday my nose was flaking, and my cheeks and forehead were oily like no one’s business. So, when I went to Tar-jey, I was interested in buying some face lotion that didn’t have oil in it. I ended up getting some with sunscreen in it, which is wildly exciting to me, because I’m sick of being so freakishly pale that I sunburn walking to class. In the autumn. I also got new face soap that smells like lemons.

I chew sugar-free gum to the exclusion of sugared gum, because the gum with sugar in it gives me cavities. Once the flavor has started leaving the sugar-free gum, though, it starts to taste a little funny, with the same sort of aftertaste as diet soda, which I take pains to avoid.

I love wearing baggy, long-sleeved shirts and sweaters. They make me feel prettier, which seems a little backwards. Maybe it’s because I think that my face is halfway decent, but I’m not too sure about the rest of me. Besides that, they make me feel like a little kid again, ready for hot chocolate and freeze-tag. I think that’s why I like wearing the boyfriend’s coat, too.

I have a necklace with two jade fish hanging from it, and I think it’s fabulous. Fish are fascinating animals. They have such interesting body shapes, and they’re so foreign, like birds are. Birds and fish are a lot alike. They both, for the most part, live in three dimensional worlds, while ours is largely a two dimensional one. While it’s true that we do move up and down to some degree, compared to the lives that birds and fish must lead, our experience must be completely flat. I envy them that extra degree of life.

Turtle neck sweaters are too cozy for words.

The wind today is so extreme. There was junk flying all over the freeway, and it actually cut visibility down pretty far. It was unpleasant.

Lately, I’ve felt sort of restless about music. There’s something I’m looking for, and I’m not finding it. I want something a little smoother, and a little sadder, something with a lot more hum and piano.

My socks are uncomfortably white today.