I got my hair cut yersterday and now I can barely tuck my bangs behind my ears. It makes me look like a clown kind of when I have my hair pulled back.
Anyways, I get on the road for a brief drive of an hour or so to retire back into my dorm room. I have most of my stuff packed. I have the semester's new books all bought. The feather pad on my sqeaky dorm bed is all nice and fluffed (I hope) with clean sheets. I just have to get over my stupid anexity of going back tomorrow. Do I really want to go to American History first thing on Monday? Yes but not at eight in the bloody morning.
So, despite hiding from my mom and her crazy-like cleaning spree. I dabbled some more in Paint Shop this morning, and in the afternoon turned to my sketch book to doodle. A lot of little doodles on one page.
Now I am off to indulge in my love of flash games. I find this
one, Ayiti: the Cost of Life, to be especially addicting. It reminds me of the Oregon Trail.
P.S. Today is Orlando Bloom's birthday.