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Every spring I cut about six inches off the ends of my hair to even it up and get rid of the split ends. This year, that day was Friday past, and I'm still kinda sulking about it; I really don't like haircuts.
On the phone:
ME: It feels short and gross, I'm really not happy about it. :(
MOM: OMG what is it, like, to your waist now?
ME: YES. IT'S SO SHORT. :(
MOM: Ahahahahahaha-
ME: STOP LAUGHING, THIS IS SERIOUS. T_T
Nobody understands my angst. T_T ...Mostly because it's stupid, petty, and confusing.
Things I have to do in the next seven days:
* write my 20 page essay on Kamen Rider
* pack up everything
* decide which books to sell back to the bookstore
* sit a 3hr exam
* move out
...roughly in that order. The last week before moving out is always a pain in the ass. And for added fun, the noisy-ass girl across the hall is ignoring the fact that it's supposed to be 23 hour quiet hours and making all the noise she wants, whenever she wants. She has caused me so much unhappiness this year.
(But on the up side, my vague fears that that classmate I like might stop talking to me have been assuaged by a post on my Facebook wall a couple days after thanking me again for the drawing I gave him. So, I mean. One less thing to worry about, anyway.)
On the phone:
ME: It feels short and gross, I'm really not happy about it. :(
MOM: OMG what is it, like, to your waist now?
ME: YES. IT'S SO SHORT. :(
MOM: Ahahahahahaha-
ME: STOP LAUGHING, THIS IS SERIOUS. T_T
Nobody understands my angst. T_T ...Mostly because it's stupid, petty, and confusing.
Things I have to do in the next seven days:
* write my 20 page essay on Kamen Rider
* pack up everything
* decide which books to sell back to the bookstore
* sit a 3hr exam
* move out
...roughly in that order. The last week before moving out is always a pain in the ass. And for added fun, the noisy-ass girl across the hall is ignoring the fact that it's supposed to be 23 hour quiet hours and making all the noise she wants, whenever she wants. She has caused me so much unhappiness this year.
(But on the up side, my vague fears that that classmate I like might stop talking to me have been assuaged by a post on my Facebook wall a couple days after thanking me again for the drawing I gave him. So, I mean. One less thing to worry about, anyway.)