I Know What I Am

I think I'm still recovering from my America's Next Top Model Marathon because after I took a bath tonight, I totally ripped out most of my closet and tried it on. I was trying to coordinate outfits for different things...for choir on Sunday, for my going-away party (#1, 2, and 3), etc.
I was feeling creative tonight, and when I feel creative with clothes, and I kind of do strange things, but I like strange, so it's okay. I started with normal dresses (2 of which I am now getting rid of, because I've worn them once or twice. I hate when I do that), then tried some dress-jean combinations, some dress-tights combinations, la la la. Then I kept eyeing my long skirts--ones I purposely bought to take to Tonga, and decided to take my long green skirt, pull it up above the girls, and cinch a brown chunky belt around my waist and let me just say...I'm good. I mean the fabric is a bit flimsy so I may need double sided tape or something...(keep the girls tucked in, you know,) but it totally looked cute. Then I tried it with a couple other skirts and realized I've been wasting my time buying dresses.
Maybe my faux-dress will make an appearance. I hope I'm feeling ballsy enough that day.

Now I'm exhausted from the extensive self-fashion show, and I'm rambling at this point, but I've always dogged my brother Travis about how much he plays video games. We call him "Thumbs" now. I just hate video games. They make my eyes hurt and I'd much rather be reading a book.
HOWEVER, Trav turned on his PS3 a minute ago and the background music was "I Know What I Am" by the Band of Skulls (who are spectacular, by the way...I think they're like a modern day Jefferson Airplane.) Anyway, so I started grooving and what not, so I decided to look up the lyrics.
This is totally gonna be my catwalk song.

High ho,
Triple sow cow,
I got a feeling like I'm tired of the flow
But I know what I am,
They know what they are
So let me be

Gasoline
Saccharin,
I got no reason for the state I'm in,
But I know what I am,
They know what they are
So let me be

Hotel,
Taco Bell,
I got the hit that you know damn well,
But I know what I am,
They know what they are
So let me be

Cut, tease,
Better believe,
I got the feeling that I'm underneath,
But I know what I am,
They know what they are
So let me be

But it's alright,
It's okay,
I got the time,
But the time don't pay
It's alright,
It's okay,
I got the time,
But the time don't pay
It's alright,
It's okay,
I got the time,
But the time don't pay
It's alright,
It's okay.

Flick flack,
No slack,
I got the wit that my enemies lack,
But I know what I am,
They know what they are
So let me be

Trick some,
Just begun,
Giving you more when you only want one,
Cause I know what I am,
They know what they are
So let me be

Hot sweat,
Got debt,
Keep your licker in the locker cause you don't know yet,
But I know what I am,
They know what they are
So let me be

Ship shape,
Ticker tape,
Looks to me like a narrow escape,
But I know what I am,
They know what they are
So let me be

But it's alright,
It's okay,
I got the time,
But the time don't pay
It's alright,
It's okay,
I got the time,
But the time don't pay
It's alright,
It's okay,
I got the time,
But the time don't pay
It's alright,
It's okay.