I Need A Fix Cause I'm Going Down

Current State: Rather uncomfortable despite the fact that I'm in the ugliest sweats I own.
Current Song: Dear Prudence, Across The Universe Version.
Current Mood: In a mood. That's about all there is.

I'm in a mood.
In case you hadn't previously figured that.
I'm in one of those combat boot, stomp in a mud puddle, crush flowers, hating the world, black eyeliner, warpaint, scoweling mood. I'm not positive what has put me into this mood. I think it may be the people I'm forced to be around, living in Connecticut. You know. THOSE girls. The ones like I used to be. Let me profile them for you. I was not one of THESE girls through and through, but I had most of the characteristics. You can guess which parts were not me, because I'm a good kid.

THOSE girls:
THOSE girls are the girls with the blonde hair with hair products that soaked into their brains, making them think that londe meant dumb. They wear strictly Abercrombie and Fitch and Hollister, and Old Navy is practically a dirty word, usually accompianied by a crinkle of their ski slope noses. They claim to love rap, rock, or some other form of "hardcore" music. These are the girls who have a large circle of friends who all hate each other, but know they look good together, and therefore continue to hang out. They're completely boy crazy, using the terms "Like" "Hot" and "OMIGAWD!" every other sentence. They chew gum loudly, as though it's some kind of mating call to the opposite sex*. They belch and do not excuse themselves, and often have terrible manners*. They speak as though it is rather glamerous to have a New York accent, "Nawt" and "Gawd"-ing everything they say. They're often doing things way before their time*. They gossip ferociously, and are convinced they can "take" anyone who gets in their way of what they want. These are the girls who, at twelve, thought they were the epitome of cool sneaking into a PG-13 movie. These are the girls you see at the mall shrieking with all of their friends, and you resist the urge to punch each of them in the face.

I've been doing a lot of thinking about THOSE girls. Specifically, myself when I was one of THOSE girls. What had I been thinking? Why did I change? My only answer to these questions is I don't know. But thank goodness I did.

*Most obviously things I never did.