Eye appointment ‘n stuff.

Listening To: The Darkness – Friday Night

Yesterday morning, Grandpa picked me ‘n Mom up and we went to town. We ate lunch at KFC. Mikey’s girlfriend was working. Then we went to Wal-Mart. I tried on some brown pants but they felt funny. I got a pretty awesome jacket for, like, $12. It looks quite indie, methinks. I rather like it. Then I went to my eye appointment with Dr. Emma Thompson. (If Emma Thompson ever needed a body double, she could call my eye doctor. That’s all I’m saying.)

I told Charlsie I was having an eye appointment so she came and we chatted and giggled and tried on ridiculous frames for a bit while we waited for Dr. Emma Thompson to get there. God, I’ve missed her. She made a few comments about how I’m looking quite emo these days, just because I’ve discovered the awesomeness of black and red clothing. I’m not going for emo, I’m going for artsy. Or alternative. I would dress more indie (because I do consider myself mostly indie) but I don’t look great in straight leg pants and light colors.

As for my eye appointment, I was surprised when she said my eyes were only a little worse than they were the last time I saw her. I thought they would be a lot worse, but I guess I was wrong. She suggested I get lubricating eye drops and use them once a day when I’m on the computer for several hours at a time. (I guess that means every day then.)

After that, we picked up a few things (hair dye, my photos, etc.) and drove home. We stopped at an antique store for a while. Mom bought me a necklace with a crown on it. It’s pretty. While Mom and Grandpa went into another antique store, I walked to the gas station to get something to drink. I bought a cherry slushie- and as it would turn out, one of my oldest friends works there! I hadn’t seen her in about two years. She hugged me and said she was glad I was still short. She was also quite shocked by how many tattoos I now have. I guess a lot of people don’t see me that way- tattooed, that is. I bet a lot of people don’t see me as the type of person who would ever get tattoos, let alone want a lot of them.

I hope the person I show people when I’m in college is a bit more like the true me.