Change is...nowhere to be found
I want to do a Cindy Sherman photography series, but I look the same in all of my pictures.
This is five years ago people. Note the level of change...zero.
And now, in no particular order:
I'm convinced Japanese hair does not grow...ever. I shake involuntarily. It's starting to creep out my supervisor. The teacher next to me is checking out porn. Are there no lines? I'm going to be twenty-three in forty-one days. Scary. Another year older, another year spent lost. I had a dream I was being drowned the other night. I thought they were gone, the scary visions of my own demise by other's hands. It's going to be a while before I go swimming again. A student asked me yesterday if I was pregnant...in Japanese. This is why it's important to learn the phrase, "eigo de, kudasai" = in English please. I usually just say yes to whatever randomness they throw my way, so glad I didn't listen to myself and reply affirmatively on instinct. I don't know why she would think I am. I began to get paranoid, but there's no reason for paranoia. I wondered if I've gained weight, but in fact...no, I've lost weight, again. It's like asking me if my hair is blue, when clearly, it's back to a semi-normal state of some varied shade of brown, thanks to the expertise of Thair hair salons. Er, scratch that. But, it's back. And not blue. And I'm not pregnant. What?!?!
This is five years ago people. Note the level of change...zero.
And now, in no particular order:
I'm convinced Japanese hair does not grow...ever. I shake involuntarily. It's starting to creep out my supervisor. The teacher next to me is checking out porn. Are there no lines? I'm going to be twenty-three in forty-one days. Scary. Another year older, another year spent lost. I had a dream I was being drowned the other night. I thought they were gone, the scary visions of my own demise by other's hands. It's going to be a while before I go swimming again. A student asked me yesterday if I was pregnant...in Japanese. This is why it's important to learn the phrase, "eigo de, kudasai" = in English please. I usually just say yes to whatever randomness they throw my way, so glad I didn't listen to myself and reply affirmatively on instinct. I don't know why she would think I am. I began to get paranoid, but there's no reason for paranoia. I wondered if I've gained weight, but in fact...no, I've lost weight, again. It's like asking me if my hair is blue, when clearly, it's back to a semi-normal state of some varied shade of brown, thanks to the expertise of Thair hair salons. Er, scratch that. But, it's back. And not blue. And I'm not pregnant. What?!?!
posted by Chishiki Lauren at 11:44 PM
3 Comments:
I remember that picture. I think I was the one who took it. Or no, maybe not. Just judging by your pictures, I agree with you. You haven't really changed much outwardly. People seldomly do. But, I think you've changed in other ways. I think you know what those are.
Change is hard to tell in ones self and to those that are around you regularly. How do you want to change?
In the order of your non-order:
You rarely see Japanese facial hair. I, too, shake involuntarily. Checking out porn at work is probably bad. Is it bad that there are no lines? Happy Birthday! Weird dreams. How old are your students? Did you have blue hair once?
Liz, um, thank you...I think.
p.s. Glad the curls are back...how we missed them.
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