my nails are black right now. i keep glancing at them and being startled; i haven’t worn black nailpolish in over a year, but i got all gothed up last night for club. it was sort of fun in a nostalgic kind of way. i even dug out my black lipstick and spent most of the night dancing my ass off in the goth room, as opposed to the main room or downstairs where i usually am now. and i’ve been listening to sisters of mercy all weekend. it’s reminding me very much of high school.

it’s still fun doing the goth thing but i can’t take it nearly as seriously as i used to. i don’t think that’s necessarily an indication of me being too happy to be goth, or something, but more that i don’t take anything that seriously anymore. which isn’t really so bad. i’m not sure whether i’d still call myself a goth. i guess i probably would, although half the time i look more rivet than anything else. i’m just not the same person i was when i was in high school, and i guess that applies to all aspects of my life.