woodface

You know it's gonna be a weird day when you wake up from a dream where a giant ant saved you from a tentacle beast by eating it up for you. You now know that when ants cry, they don't just cry from their eyes but from every pore in the face. You felt sad when the ant couldn't escape with you because he was too big to fit in the transporter rings. Then you see a buddhist monk in his traditional orange clothing on the place before the trainstation in your hometown. You wonder what wisdoms he has to teach you but you have to catch your train. You for a minute forget about the monk when you end up sitting left of a guy with no chin. The woman opposite you has a way too tight skin for her age. The oriental shape of her eyes while she is everything but oriental tells you she's had a facelift. Well, that and the fact that you doubt she can open her mouth more than a centimeter.

Then as soon as you're alone in your train compartment the train just starts making noises and shakes so badly you think it might fall apart around you. You're relieved it doesn't and you arrive safily at the end station. You would swear they announced it as "the end of the DVD" but that just doesn't make sense. On your way to uni, you come across some loud students who are shouting at a girl in her window. When you pass, the guy says "good morning". To your surprise you reply and walk on. You start wondering if you have a "good morning" sign on you stuck somewhere when a tall, scruffy looking old guy with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth moves a bit too close to you for your comfort and say hi. You nod and walk on.

You feel like thwapping the woman that's strutting right behind you in her high heels when she turns out to be a guy with very flat shoes. In the end you start to wonder if something is going on as you start to believe guys are actually noticing you but you shake it off as a figment of your imagination.

But all that, it's alright because you don't really like your hands. Your fingers are crooked and your nails are just ugly. You have too many lines in the palm of your hands and what is your heartline is shorter in your left hand than in your right. You know you're supposed to be born with one palm and the other is the result of your life. You just never were able to figure out which one is which because you're not really sure that you're reeally left handed. Your dad is convinced you aren't but you refuse to believe him like you refused to learn to write with your right hand. Now, you do too much with both your hands and you just don't know.

In the end, you just end up thinking there too many stars and not enough, sky and you wish you have your Tori Amos CD with you. But you know what? You just think too much.