iii have fooooound a cliiiique to call my ooooown
six days until i will be reunited with my loves in beautiful orlando, florida.
sarah and i SO need to have a conference to decide upon wardrobe for the event.
i dyed my hair, but you can't really tell because my hair is too dark anyway. rah. it just looks slightly reddish in the light. oh well.
i had the worst dream in the world the other night. i was sitting in someone's backseat, i don't know who, going on a field trip or something. and *he* was also in the backseat, and he was trying his hardest to ignore me still, but we eventually started talking. but we were being all attitude-y to each other, so after three seconds of conversation it turned into, "fuck you!" "no, fuck YOU!" "I HATE YOU" etc, and he was saying all these mean things to me, calling me a slut and whatnot. i woke up from that one feeling grand, let me tell you. good self-esteem morning. oh boy.
i have good charlotte stuck in my head. dammit.
sarah and i SO need to have a conference to decide upon wardrobe for the event.
i dyed my hair, but you can't really tell because my hair is too dark anyway. rah. it just looks slightly reddish in the light. oh well.
i had the worst dream in the world the other night. i was sitting in someone's backseat, i don't know who, going on a field trip or something. and *he* was also in the backseat, and he was trying his hardest to ignore me still, but we eventually started talking. but we were being all attitude-y to each other, so after three seconds of conversation it turned into, "fuck you!" "no, fuck YOU!" "I HATE YOU" etc, and he was saying all these mean things to me, calling me a slut and whatnot. i woke up from that one feeling grand, let me tell you. good self-esteem morning. oh boy.
i have good charlotte stuck in my head. dammit.