It's a hygene thing.

The things people do hey? We have this jell in the shower that is supposed to be mellon. It smelt like melon to begin with but now it smells like mellon bread if anything. And not nice. So a few nights ago, rather then wash with that, I ended up using a shower jell that had 'for men' written across it in big white letters. First thing people will note about mens shower gells as compared to womens is that they tend to be less colourful. This one was a blue, almost black, and looked like it would be interesting as a prop in a mad scientists beaker. It also made me smell like, for want of a better word, after shave. Which also served to make my bed smell a little like aftershave. Which strikes me as surreal for two reasons. One, I'm still a candidate for a sacrifice by some satan/demon worshiping cult. If you can work that out, you think like me. Two, the chances of a guy seeing, let alone sleeping in, the top bunk of my bunk bed are slim.

Yes, I have a bunk bed. I can't believe it either.

On a similar note, I got a leg-wax today. Entertaining I'm sure. It didn't so much rip the hair out by the roots as break it at skin level though, which either means my leg fur is in as bad a condition as my head-fur, or it didn't hurt enough. Probably the latter. In either case, it was an experience to say the least.

::Tangent to the train of thought::

I am occasionally told that my sence of style is unlike anyone elses. The claim itself is quite ridiculous, and may be seen as a commentarry on my sence of taste, but my assumption is that it was ment in a positive way. What this means is that it is diferent to my friends, who'se fassion sense is either conservative, sporty or very modern clean/cut and popular style. With these as the only restrictions, being different is hardly a challenge.
I mention this because I don't really think I'm terribly diferent to the generally accepted structure. True, I wear more tie-skirts in public then most and wear a bandana almost everywhere, but this doesnt' mean that there aren't a few people out there who don't. And that last sentence was so full of negatives that I think I'm going to scream.
I think the thing is that I don't dress as a certain group does, unless you refer to neo-hippies. If you ask me, converting a pink sock to a fingerless glove is something that makes you diferent, if not clever in an abstract way. Although I will negate that wearing paperclips probably isn't, since I know several people who've done that. Mostly because they forgot they were there.
My favorite skirt is a kilt my mother gave me, which has my families tartan on it. The thing about wearing it though is that I try to match the outfit too it, which looks completely diferent to, say, the tie skirt and long island singlet I'm wering now. And that's where the confusion comes in. I'm not unique, I'm eclectic. I adjust the clothes to suit the mood, or in some cases, the mood to suit the clothes. Positive dressing is probably a new-age philosophy I'm unaware of.

::Now, let's completely leave the tracks::

I remember a dream I had recently. I think I was living with a small group of people in an overhang/cliff thing. Or else we just spent a lot of time there. I know there was another roup of people there, and we seems to be having some sort of border disagreement with each other. Yes, I have some unusual dreams sometimes, but doesn't everyone? And I rarely get nightmares, and when I do they are quite stupid. Like giant technicoloured spiders who ate my father and took over the back yard. That was actualy quite terifying, but in retrospect it's hard to understand why you were scared of a giant pink and purple spider sprawling over the clothesline. In any case, a woman turned up in the first dream I had, who I remember quite vividly. She semed surprised to see a group of people playing around out in the bush. I remember she was dark skinned, probably close to middle age, and had very curly brown hair held up in a scrunchie, of all things. Faded jeans and a faded greenigh teeshirt. Very 80's. I just think it's odd I remember her and not anyone else in the dream. Sometimes it's the details you remember that surprise you. I remember burning straws, but not actually setting fire to the shed.

"It's treasure island, only with space pirates! Space pirates is a whole genre in Anime."
~Me to my mother, upon seeing the posters for 'Treasure Planet'. There's a cat woman in there!
- posted by Washi @ 3:11 pm