stardustonsable | (no subject)

I hate to be the whiny teenager. I really really do (can you hear the but?) but, honestly, at 17, especially one thats been acknowledge as "the responsible one", I think I'm old enough to choose my own hair cut, be it beautiful or the shittiest thing this side of a pair of scissors (I...did not know it was so difficult to spell scico...scisso....engligh equivilant of tijeras). I still think I'm old enough to choose it, shit I'm not even asking for like, a buzzcut, I just want the shit in the back goooone, and I want something that actually looks like me rather than what she wants me to be. I suspect that she's holding on to this because she's starting to recognize that holy shit I'm going to be an adult~ soon (which is bullshit, I'll be legal for shit all but I wont be an adult~ for another...what, 5 years, if that short a time) and she needs to tighten the reins. Which is whatever because, well you'd be amazed how little shit you can get into when you don't have a stable form of transportation. (Please, don't get me started on the bit where she acts annoyed when someone else is providing transportation) I feel about the same way with body mods, though I'll admit that I know enough idiots that I can appreciate the age limit on that (yeah, I know people get shit done anyway whatever). semi-nonsequitor, have I mentioned that both of the male cousins that I grew up with and are months to a year younger than me, have tattoos? Um, bzuh?

So yes, there's that. Shit, I'm not usually one for dramatic shit like getting my hair chopped off without consulting any parental figure but it gets really fucking tempting sometimes.

Anyway, hi. Its been shitty weather here ALL. DAY. LONG. how're you?