Ugh. We've been grocery shopping since 10:30. 10:30. Granted, it was in Claremont but still. 10:30.
I got a haircut but...I look like a boy. She cut it way shorter than what was in the picture I showed her. T^T I'd rather have it too long than too short! But I can't just make it magically grow, so I guess I'll have to accept it since it's you know, part of my head. I'm going to dye it now.
THEN
chikyuwo WE CAN HANG OUT OR SOMETHING. I'LL BRING MY SKETCHBOOK AGAIN. Then maybe we can hammer out details of your moving and stuff. Um...your apartment warming present that was supposed to be from me might be more like...an April present at this rate.
EDIT: I'm going to kill. My motherfucking. Brother. Yes, I realize that was a hell of a quick turnaround. My good mood just fucking crashed and burned in 2.2 seconds. Way to fucking go, Allen. Way. To. Fucking. Go.
EDIT EDIT: Okay, I've calmed down and started dying my hair. The little jar says Alpine Green. It looks fucking blue to me. It was blue on my gloves. I guess I'll just have to wait and see. What's the worst that can happen? God, I don't think I can win today.