FML
I need shoes. Boots, rather. The ones that caught my eye on the way out of Gravity Pope a few weeks ago. One hundred and thirty dollars. Selling my ipod to the DJ could buy me those shoes...babysitting this weekend will help pay for those shoes.
I need shoes.
I got the haircut. It's really short. It sits around chin length. Six months. Gone. Six inches. Gone. WOE.
Retrieved more books today. YAY.
I'm going rock climbing tomorrow and I'm very nervous of making a complete fool of myself. I'm not very strong. I have terrible stamina. And nobody looks good when you're looking at them from bottom up--especially climbing on a wall in awkward hand and feet positions. And I just ate a whole ass-load of free on-sale Easter chocolate today!
Shit. Why do I do these things to myself?!
I'm going to embarrass myself, I know it.
On the bright side...I'm going to get to hang out with Graham afterwards. Relax. Possibly regurgitate any horrific stories of climbing earlier. Ugh. And I have to go to school tomorrow to. Actually attend. Not looking forward to that. I should probably go to sleep now, however.
FML.
I need shoes.
I got the haircut. It's really short. It sits around chin length. Six months. Gone. Six inches. Gone. WOE.
Retrieved more books today. YAY.
I'm going rock climbing tomorrow and I'm very nervous of making a complete fool of myself. I'm not very strong. I have terrible stamina. And nobody looks good when you're looking at them from bottom up--especially climbing on a wall in awkward hand and feet positions. And I just ate a whole ass-load of free on-sale Easter chocolate today!
Shit. Why do I do these things to myself?!
I'm going to embarrass myself, I know it.
On the bright side...I'm going to get to hang out with Graham afterwards. Relax. Possibly regurgitate any horrific stories of climbing earlier. Ugh. And I have to go to school tomorrow to. Actually attend. Not looking forward to that. I should probably go to sleep now, however.
FML.