I'm sitting amongst my possessions. Highlights of the day were finding my High School Musical mug and a whole packet of straws. Am so ready to move out. I was thinking that I would like to start saying "dope", as in "That's a dope hat." I think I would sound silly. It's like how I was thinking about getting a haircut, that I'm not really comfortable with giving the hairdresser permission to cut, as still holding out that I may look like Agyness Deyn if I too had a pixie cut. But I kind of want to make friends when I move to college, and so therefore will make a concious effort to have normal hair and not say "dope" so I'm not ostracised and forced to make dinner for one, every friggin' night.
So I wrote Lou a message, telling her about the latest drama in my life. And then that's it! I was listening to the sounds of Anton Newcombe before, but that made me too excited because I'm seeing him on Sunday. It wasn't helping the sleep cause, but for that matter, neither is this.
I think I'm going to smash some eggs benedist for breakfast. Eggs benedict never lets you down.
Bring on the lolocaust.
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