Feb 28, 2003 21:55
I've worn my glasses for a solid two weeks now and my eyes are loving me for not putting in my contacts. I've been laying around my house for these two weeks in my pajama's sleeping until 1:30 with the help of pain killers, and I've caught up with all the soap opera's I've been missing. I love being an invalid.
Her name is Lise Raynaud. She loves to paint, she loves photography. She's into rock, punk and jungle music. I'm not sure what jungle music is but I don't care I'm in love with this girl already. She sounds so cool and I'm so excited to hang out with her for two straight weeks.
Hung around with Hannah for a little while today, but she had to teach a class. I love her bunches. Still look like a beachball, still feel sick.
I want to cut my hair off. When I go to Canada I'm bringing a bottle of bleach some shears and some Special Effex. My mom's gonna love me, but atleast I'll feel like myself again. My hair's been normal for too long, I've been in this rut for too long.
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(i'm too tired to be as excited as I feel I want to be)