Tales from the Bathroom Mirror

...and vanity...mostly vanity...

I don't known if this happens with everyone or I'm just really weird, not to mention vain. -Although it's obvious which one I think is true-r-

See, I hate my face. I have awful skin and awful teeth and awful hair. I don't usually care much because I'm cliche and I believe in that crap about inner beauty and how I have none of both so why bother. I loathe those little compact mirrors that you can carry around everywhere.

But there's this weird thing I have with bathroom mirrors. Well, our bathroom mirrors since the one bathroom mirror I see at school is bordered with rust and I feel like I'll see some severed head in the background if I look too much. When I look at myself at the bathroom mirrors at home, I actually -dare I say it- look like the way I look and I like it. I won't elaborate on that ><

Anyway, so this morning...well, when I woke up...for some reason, I decided to lean over the sink and inspect my face. 0_o I could see every dent and ridge of my face and I really didn't feel anything about it. I just purposely tried to twist my face so I could look as stupid as possible. And then comes the scary and slightly disgusting part.

I'm reading this book -which is not about Galileo, the antichrist who is the subject of my World History report XD- about...proton decay :lol: and I'm at this part where the main guy is actually planning to kiss his best friend. As in, a fully outlined plan like

'The Plan'
I. The Place
A. the park
1. picnic grove
II. The Night

etcetera etcetera -I swear, it's amusing XDD- ANYWAY, and probably because my mind is twisted, as I stared at myself, I shocked my neurons halfway through the country when I this thought crept, slowly slithering into my brain: If -extreme stress on the if- I ever kiss anyone -as in Ms. Pat Creative Writing I kiss kiss- it's going to be this close and probably even closer.

I mean, yeah, what wannabe writer doesn't imagine a kissing scene or two, right? But I never really thought about the details...I mean, who wants to? Can't it just be enough that they kissed and lived happily ever after? I've come to realize that it doesn't work that way, I know, but still...

I guess by saying this, I'm proving how absolutely brain dead I am when it comes to these things. I am probably the most immature 14 year old on earth that I still can't think about these things with a straight face. I guess the only thing I can hope for now, is that if -yet more stress on the if- that ever happens, my face will be the one reflected in the bathroom mirror, un-ugly and un-stupid.


See, this is what happens when you eat McDonalds at exactly 12MN. It does things to you. >.>