one paper down, two to go... one due tommorrow...
yeah, i really don't write anything very fun Xero. (i know that shirt... girls with dreds, eh?) heh heh.
um.. fun things, fun things... honestly, my life isn't much fun right now. i could really go for driving my ass to idaho and hanging out at like, merritt's or something, drink crap coffee and chain smoke. the denny's in washington just gets sketchier every day. the kids who hang out there are so fucking wierd. like, granted, i used to hang out in denny's all the goddamn time, but i honestly think that i was never that stupid or lame.
i dunno. i miss my blue hair. but at the same time, i really hate feeling like adults don't listen to a damn word i say when my hair is blue. i mean, my professors here don't care, but out there in the scary real world...argh. we'll see how long i can restrain myself this time. i've managed to develop like, two inch roots of my natural color, which turns out to be entirely nice looking, heh heh, maybe i'll give it a chance.
yeah, i really don't write anything very fun Xero. (i know that shirt... girls with dreds, eh?) heh heh.
um.. fun things, fun things... honestly, my life isn't much fun right now. i could really go for driving my ass to idaho and hanging out at like, merritt's or something, drink crap coffee and chain smoke. the denny's in washington just gets sketchier every day. the kids who hang out there are so fucking wierd. like, granted, i used to hang out in denny's all the goddamn time, but i honestly think that i was never that stupid or lame.
i dunno. i miss my blue hair. but at the same time, i really hate feeling like adults don't listen to a damn word i say when my hair is blue. i mean, my professors here don't care, but out there in the scary real world...argh. we'll see how long i can restrain myself this time. i've managed to develop like, two inch roots of my natural color, which turns out to be entirely nice looking, heh heh, maybe i'll give it a chance.
And looking like a freak has few, if any, benefits. Mostly, it just makes people think you do lots of drugs.
I may never forget looking in the mirror at Round Table and seeing myself in eyeliner and lipstick, leather pants, etc. and thinking "Fuck, I totally forgot, and now I'm in the real world, and I look like a joke / rockstar."