Breaking Habits and Overpriced Haircuts

Shit.



You're still so fucking HOT.




I need to get over myself




and




move on.





But why o why do you have to be so GODDAMN HOT?




I think these are the effects of being home at such an early time. I'm not used to it anymore. I hate it when I'm alone with nothing to do and I get to think about things. This is what happens. I tend to overthink

and dwell

and dwell

and dwell

and dwell even more.

I need a distraction.

Oh wait, I have one! Yay! I know the gods still love me when I get my only wish for this sem granted! HE's my classmate. Ahaha. And next time I'll make sure the seat beside me is empty. I just hope that for some reason he'll choose to sit next to me. Or maybe it's better if he doesn't sit beside me so I'll get a better stalking view of him. Here's to one whole sem of three straight hours once a week of eyecandy madness. *Cheers!*

So last Sunday I got my hair cut and treated. My mom went ballistic on the length of the hair, her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when we got home from the parlor. Don't worry Ma, our eyes really popped out of their sockets when we found out how much the bill was. I nearly died, and I'm not exaggerating here, when I found out how much my hair cost. I think I need to get my hair insured now. Haha. And because of the stupid hair, I wasn't able to go shopping for some clothes. What a waste of a sale. Okay, I think I just channeled Karen Smith for a while there.

*I know, right?*