sighhhhhhhhh

i can't believe it's been a year and half since i've been a hair stylist :( :( :( blah life

2:05

it's 5 minutes past what i just decided was my bedtime tonight, so i better force myself to go to bed.

funny

this is my myspace interest from probably 3 or more years ago:

"kittens, cats, especially big fluffy lapcats, puppies, tiny songbirds, feathers, diet coke, black, ummmmm dirty chai tea lattes, my good good friends, pretending i'm going to move to new york, raspberry margaritas, crying, reading, gushing over models, long soft hair, the 4th of july, nostalgia, family, fresh flowers, chips and dips, instruments i'll never learn, candles and fire, cupcakes, mostly being quiet, spontaneity, old photos, old anything, new anything, themed parties, throwing parties (not currently possible), and getting through today"

i'm basically still the same except i don't pretend to move to new york anymore, throwing parties IS possible, ummm, and dirty chai tea lattes are like way way too sweet for me anymore. and i don't drink diet pop.

bloggin from my phone. my hair's almost down to my belly button as i write this. i think this is a turning point. as I sit here with triscuits. i'm just saying i'm starting to miss people from my past that maybe at the time i didnt appreciate as much. well either way i'm stuck in the past still listenin' to neko and iron and feelin' the same 4e. not such a bad thing though. i'm not happy, but at least i'm not sad...

"By hook or by crook, I hope that you will possess yourselves of money enough to travel and to idle, to contemplate the future or the past of the world, to dream over books and loiter at street corners and let the line of thought dip deep into the stream."
Virginia Woolf (A Room of One’s Own)