So I got a haircut Monday. I think I told you about that. Yeah, yeah I did. I remember it now.But anyhoo, we're not talkin an inch. I'm saying it's like this short. And if that's not a good image, there's this one.
Shallow Hair Problem #1: I lost all my highlights in this Cut of 2001 so when I go home next week for Thanksgiving my mom and I are going to do stuff that I missed out on while I was a younger teen due to the fact that I was obsessed with my problems. I'm buying hairdye and we're both gonna change our colors.
I don't usually consider myself the typical girl when it comes to shit like this. I hate pink. I'm not girlish in that traditional sense where I crave wearing white bras and panties that aren't bikini style.
My haircut isn't even the traditional long haired feministic model. I mean, none of the women on Supermodel Who Wants to be a Millionaire have short hair like I do. Even here, all the girls (with a few exceptions) have this long, seductive hair.
I don't. I like me better this way.
Also, love of my life, Adrien sent me an instant message while I was away at class today saying simply "Who Loves you? :)"
Considering I've been stressed out all day going over course schedules for next semester and writing up an essay on anti-globalization efforts, it was a greatly appreciated note.
I have to say, if anything happened to him, I'd be devastated. I thought about this the other day whilst in the shower. He's one of the best friends I've got, one of the most dependable, sturdy and has never abandoned me or hurt me in any way.
Since April when Albert killed himself, I've been thinking a lot about the mortality of my friends and though I hate torturing myself, I keep getting the insane fear that something will happen to Adrien and how that will make me feel.
It doesn't consume me, I mean, I don't sit here thinking about it until it drives me insane but it's there.
