All my life, I think I've been caught between three stereotypes of people: nerds, emos, and hipsters (Indie rock lovers). I think I need to create a new stereotype just for me call indemerds. Indemerds are people who
- Listen to classy music, rock music, and soundtrack film scores.
- Dress in dresses, skinny jeans, and a tee shirt with a corny inside joke.
- Have wavy, teased, in pigtails hair.
- Read classic literature, don't read, reads science fiction.
- Watches movies that are either in black and white or made for Sundance, watches anything as long as friends are there, watches every single cult classic known to man.
- Shops at thrift stores, Hot Topic, and Vintage Stock.
Yep, that's me in a nutshell.
You know, I don't feel good about this blog because I'm listening to baroque that my Dad is playing. My dad has a very strange variety of hobbies. Maybe I should list them for you so that you realize what I live with and why I'm partially insane before thirty years old.
- My dad is obsessed with coffee. He makes his own. OK, not so strange, but I mean, I'm just warming up.
- Dome homes. What the heck is a dome-home, you ask? It's a house with a dome for a roof. We were close to buying a few. We would stop in the middle of nowhere if there was one, and my dad would talk to the owner for about thirty minutes.
- Storytelling. No, he doesn't tell stories. He just had rented a zillion books from the library about it.
- Dog Training.
- Compost building. We still don't have a compost pile, we just rented three videos and seven books about it.
- Balloon Animals. We don't own any balloons.
I wish he was into hot rod cars, but I guess my dad has some sort of finesse and vigor most men don't understand. I would say this was my Dad's mid-life crisis, but the fact that it's been happening all my life sorta disproves that theory. At least he's rarely bored.
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