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4/28/2008 Facebook?? Went out with Erica yesterday to bra shop.
I felt pretty relaxed because she took almost as long as I did.
Went out with Erica today to karaoke.
Between the songs in the quiet moments, I heard some faint singing that was nice.
So I said to Erica, "The people in the next room are really good." And Erica said, "Oh, that's the radio."
I went to buy lip balm.
I spent half an hour there, because there were so many different ones. Lip moisturizer, lip conditioner, lip protection, herbal lip balm, moisture renewal...
So I picked the cherry one.
My hammie is so soft-looking.
It must suck to be so cute because then you never get any rest.
Because whenever you are trying to sleep, your owner picks you up and squishes you.
Even if you are really sick and tired of her, you can't bite her because then she might get mad and starve you.
I'm really hesitant about Facebook.
Everyone keeps saying that it is awesome and I should get it and I'm a loser because I don't have it, etc.
But I'm so against fads.
But what if this is not a fad, and eventually I'll have to convert, like MSN?
4/24/2008 My novel "progress" I keep getting these ideas that I wanna put into my novel, and then I run and jot them down/type them out...
Unfortunately, as impressive as that is, all I have is that great big long list of fabulous ideas.
I don't know when the last time I opened up my novel document was.
Okay, let me check.
It was... February 3rd.
So that's not too bad, it's only like, 3 months ago.
But Christopher Paolini writes a 400 page novel every 1.5 years.
And I've been working on my novel for 2.5 years. And I have... 50 pages. 4/23/2008 Fish I feel so sad whenever I go to supermarkets and see the fish in the tanks.
It's not enough that we are going to eat them, but we keep them barely alive in a crowded tank for weeks before we do.
They are all pressed together; some of them swim upside down, probably because they've lost orientation.
There is always one that is hardly breathing.
4/20/2008 Sooooo... I finally cut my hair.
I cut off 30 cm and a little longer, so it would definately fulfill the requirements for the wig.
It's neatly rubberbanded into a Ziplock bag, and I'll mail it to Locks of Love soon.
It feels so weird when I run my hands through my hair now.
However, I am amazed by how little time it takes to blowdry it.
Hahahahahaa.
Farhad did a pretty good job of layering what's left on my head.
He said he wanted to cut my hair, so I let him.
I must be mad!!
I'm a little disappointed, because my new hair is not as long as I would like it to be.
But then again, I knew that when I decided to cut it early.
And I don't feel all that elated about accomplishing this, either.
I just look at the tied hair in the Zoplock, and think "...ofcourse. This is what it was all for."
And this isn't about how I feel, anyway.
It's about the girl who gets the wig.
So I just hope that she feels a little better or, at least, a little less sad.
4/17/2008 Long hair I think I am finally fed up with my hair.
It is WAY too long and style-less.
I keep going to the salon and layering it from time to time because I just can't stand it - but that only means I have to wait even more for the hair length in the long run.
If I crop the 30 cm now, I will have hair like I did in grade 9 (ARGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!) but at least it won't be so incredibly annoying.
I'm so tempted (not the first time) to just cut off 15 cm and have normal long hair.
I think I am more uncomfortable with deciding on a hair style than I am with having short hair.
Light layers? Contrast layers? No layers? Long bangs? Short bangs? No bangs? Red dye? Brown dye? No dye?
... Bald?
On the other hand, some girl with cancer will have hair and be happy.
Shut up, selfish self.
I will cut the 30 cm soon.
4/9/2008 la dee dah The semester is almost over.
WooOoOOoooOoooT!!!!
Unfortunately that means the finals are coming ><
Aiyaiyai.
Days are drab.
But only because I let them be.
I will try to live a fuller life: laugh instead of smile, skip instead of walk - have even more fun.
4/1/2008 The Fruit Fly Who Could A fruit fly was just flying along, when my mom mistakened it for a speck of dust and huffed at it.
The 40 miles per hour crosswind may-dayed the fly into a dish of peanut-butter sauce.
My mom saw that it wasn't a speck, and said, "Eww."
We all watched it swim for a few seconds before I took a chopstick and edged it out of the lake.
We put it on a napkin so it would dry off, but the stickiness of the peanut butter seems to prevent it from opening it's wings.
I took it outside.
I found a caterpillar wriggling along in my mom's car.
I tore a peice of fabric from our broken garage wall and shifted it under the kind-of-cute-but-also-gross little thing and put it on a flower in our garden.
I am Superwoman to animals.
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