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I feel like a traitor to myself. I made my mom happy today. She said I looked pretty. And then my dad came home from giant with orange juice AND ice cream for me. Which just isn't normal. There's only one thing I can think of that I did differently today from other days. Well I guess two things really. One. I willingly. Yes willingly. Wore the pink sundress my mom made me get. I dunno why really. I figured I'd never know if I really hated it until I wore it in public somewhere. So I wore it to tysons when I went to return my weird iPod doohickey that didn't work. And then of course, I came home from work and no one was home. So I broke out my guitar, and though I wasn't really playing actual guitar, I decided to be awesome and jam. I don't know any songs. So I played the five cords I know, and jumped around my bedroom making up random lyrics very loudly. I think I scared my dog, he went under my bed. But my mom and dad came home, and I was so loud I didn't hear them, and they just came and watched me dance around my room singing and playing Jordan (my guitar) until I spun around a bit and saw them. I think it was just one of those moments where I felt like I was little again. My parents were just happy with me. And I was happy to be dancing and singing around. It's kinda hard to describe. But it's one of those feelings you remember from when you were little that you can never forget. Like the smell of my moms chapstick, that I now use religiously. Because whenever I smell it, all I see is my mom tucking me into bed and kissing me goodnight and I remember smelling that. It's just nice. I hope one day if I ever get to have kids that they'll be able to look back and remember things about me and smile, and not just how much they wished they could lock me up.

But yeah, the whole color thing. It was weird. I like wearing black. I'm comfortable in black. I know that I may not look good, I don't really ever do, but I know that I don't look bad. But I didn't look bad in that pink dress either. I think I'm going to have to break out a few of my colorful tank tops (yes... I have a lot of color).

So I went to Tysons corner today. And it only took me 10 minutes to get home, so I decided to drive around a bit because i was supposed to take 123 and NOT the highway. I'm not actually allowed on the highway. Probably for the safety of the other people on it. So I decided to go up and down roads I'd never been on before. And the little map in my head, now makes a lot more sense. Because I got to add a bunch of lines to it. That somehow all seem to connect in a way that makes everything make a lot more sense.

I think I've become a chick at works science project or something. We were talking, and she was like, you need a boyfriend. And I guess she could kinda tell from the look on my face that I thought she was crazy because honestly, me and boyfriends, just don't go together well. Well, they didn't when I was able to get them. But now I can't, and I really want one. But yeah, she was like, all, I need to change my outlook on stuff, I dunno, basically, she wants to make me a chick with a guy. It's hard to explain, because I don't understand her half of the time. But I dunno... could be interesting.