I ran errands

It seems like every blog is talking about My So-Called Life. Since I had pretty much no idea what it was, I decided to watch it. And woah, it brought me back to my teenage years, which technically I was still in a year ago. Actually, 6 months. But I digress. I pretty much sat there, envious of Angela whilst reminded of my own life. Of course, when I was 15, Fall Out Boy was popular, not the Smashing Pumpkins.

This morning, I woke up wanting to be a misunderstood teenager in the mid-nineties. I want to listen to the Flaming Lips. And I was going to do, but then I thought, that's not me. My 90's band isn't some soft spoken alternative rock, it's Nine Inch Nails.

Obviously, I can't actually remember listening to Nine Inch Nails when I was a kid. I really didn't know anything about music back then. My main concerns were the Spice Girls, Backstreet Boys, and the new Star Wars movie. I remember platform shoes and vinyl clothing. Nothing interesting about the 90's at all.

But growing up, I learnt about demographics and Generation X. I learnt about the culture I was too young to remember. Directionless young adults searching for a place in life. Baby Boomers had taken all the jobs. And if you were lucky enough to find one, it was probably a McJob or perhaps you were lucky enough to be a yuppie.

The nineties have long since passed. 1990 was 21 years ago (getting old?). But I can see the parallels from Gen X to now. Unfortunately, no one else does, and I shall forever remain a pretend Gen Xer.

Sweater- American Apparel

T-shirt (underneath)- H&M

Shorts- H&M

Socks- American Apparel

Shoes- Stoneridge

Belt- Ardene's

So I ran errands today, which mostly meant putting money into other people's bank accounts. I need a job/my tax return money. I think the second last photo is really nice of me, and I rather like it. I also included a lame photo of me pushing up my glasses. It's such a bad habit. I do it even when I am wearing contacts. I think I might write a post about them later.

Anyways, I might dye my hair red. Bright red. No, this isn't a My So-Called Life thing. I've had this dye for a while and I sometimes get bored of my hair. Despite the fact that it's mildly awesome.

And with this concluding comment, I leave you be.

As a young adult, I feel rather much like a teenager, except I don't feel that I have to prove my maturity. Plus I can drink. And I don't live with my parents. So I can do what I want.