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sylvester has taken up residence in my closet. we hung up some of the paintings and shit today, this place looks a little more alive now. i watched the girl that lives down stairs through the window today, she has the cutest pair of leopard print mary janes. i am lusting after them. my anit-eyebrows are transitioning from purple bruises to greenish bruises, they look gross as hell. 36-24-36. found a recipe for what looks to be the best ham and cheese sandwich ever, i will have to try it soon. no one listens to me. i called those schools both of which are closed on mondays, so i will have to give it another shot tomorrow. there is a ridiculous amount of change sitting on my desk, half of its rolled, the other half is not. i've come to the conclusion that starbucks is not as good as java city, even though they have better coffee cake. java city is the home of the tastiest iced coffee drink ever, the mocha javalanche. mmm. i cream my jeans for the javalanche, seriously, that damn thing can make my whole fucking day. the mango-a-go-go from jamba juice has a similar effect. thats right all you junkies out there in internet land, i get moist for iced coffee and coffee cake. hell yes. something tells me i should take the time to do some of the shit i've been neglecting to do, like my eyebrows and feet. my feet look like shit, i think this is the worst they have looked in my entire life. i used to care for them religiously, lotioning they delicately before bed every night. now i don't even wash my face before bed. yeah, i take the whore's way out and sleep in my makeup. there is something so great about waking up with half of your makeup on your pillow and the other half smudged all over your face. nothing else communicates the sentiment of, i feel great about how i spent my evening, much better than ruined makeup. my printer is completely busted. shocker. i woke up this morning with the entire front section of my hair standing straight up in the air, it was stiff with product and hair grease. i am thinking about shaving my head again, if anyone has thoughts on that feel free to share. i'd love to grow it out, but frankly i don't have the patience for that and am still in wonder that it hasn't all fallen out given the dying torture i've put it through. it was breaking off hardcore about a month ago, it had me thinking i might end up with a bald spot. the only down side to shaving my head is that it puts my squirrel cheeks on display, that i could do without. but what the hell. i have yet to make any new friends here. i would attempt to befriend the girl downstairs, but i'm pretty sure she has caught me staring at her from the window, though my fascination had much more to do with her shoes than her herself. not that she isn't cute mind you. that was the other reason i was looking forward t school so much, at least then i would be in an environment with people that share my interests. sigh. we will just have to see how this nail tech program thing pans out. i just shot joe in the back of the head and neck with my squirt gun that i found while we were unpacking. now i don't really want to hurt nobody.