|get your hair cut
||[Nov. 20th, 2007|04:05 pm]
i am sitting in the gill computer lab bored and i really have nothing to do except go for a run, which i do not want to and may not do, so i am going to do this instead. plus it's warmer here then at home, and my computer is still not functioning, so you, dear reader (should you exist), are going to be treated to a bit of an update. assuming you want one.|
we had a kegger at our house on saturday and while it was quite successful, i got way too drunk and threw up all over my sink. i haven't thrown up in a year, not since the throw down at my house on last thanksgiving break. apparently nobody except david and my roommates knew that i got sick though, and according to everyone else i was very clearly drunk but managed to NOT make a douche out of myself, so that's encouraging. i did pee in our front yard several times though. and threw up all over my bed. that is the last time that i drink bacardi and beer after going for a long run and not eating all day.
i think i want to cut all my hair off and reacquaint myself with side bangs. i also think i should lighten my hair soon (not that i have the money to do it, but dave hates my hair so much as it is right now that he just might be willing to shell out some cash for me to get it lightened) because it's quite dark and it just looks wrong. i do secretly like it though. ho hum. i am sure i shall conform to the color that everyone else thinks is best eventually.
my chin is relentlessly breaking out and i can't even catch up with it. also i got pimples on my cheeks last week, which has never before happened. sizzle sizzle.
i have $2 in my bank account. i'm not even complaining. i think it's pretty fucking amazing. (you pooped in the fridge? and ate the whole wheel of cheese? i'm not even mad, that's amazing.)
i might apply to be on the staff of our daily campus newspaper. probably not though, because while i am incredible lazy, i am smart enough to know that i could not, would not even try, to take on another scholastic task. especially one that requires daily attention.
something near me, possibly on me, smells funny.
OH, i come home tomorrow. i have to run when i get home because if i take today off then i can't take tomorrow off so if any of you want to get together for a little evening runski (i can't leave here tomorrow til 11am and i probably won't be home til 5 or 6pm depending on traffic), i would dig it. so let a girl know.
and, i won't be here on saturday of break, which is the gayest shit i've ever encountered, because my parents bought tickets to go see billy joel at the portland rose garden. on one hand, billy joel COOL! but i actually don't really give two shits about the piano man, and would much rather spend that time in woodinville, so on the other hand, fuck me.
have a pleasant and surprising night. kiss kiss.