Shawn and I were just on the phone for two hours. We were talking about the icky cathedral-food, and now I feel sick. Just thinking about it makes my stomach all sad. Seriously, the mental image of the pork carnitas makes me want to go vomit.
 

I really, really want to write something else. Really, I do. It's just that my life has been so incredably BORING lately....
I miss having a social life. I miss having stupid friends. I miss doing more than waking up, eating, and going back to sleep. I'm just hoping that by next year, me and the rest of the world will have sorted our our differences and are buddies again. I have, like, three "friends", a few aquantiences, and then everyone else. I don't like this. I think I kinda suck lots. 








Edit!!!: Oh yeah, my hair got good. After two night's worth of work, I have finally achieved the most perfect shade of hot pink ever. I could probably kill a scene kid out of sheer pinky-wonderfulness. And there's some blonde in there too. I don't think I could pull off the whole HEAD FULL OF COLOUR thing. So instead I go for the HEAD FULL OF THREE COLOURS look. Oh my god, I just realised. I FUCKING HAVE NEOPOLITAN ICE CREAM FOR HAIR!!! WHOOOOOOO!!!!