Gotta love the irony of not being able to process the test questions on your cognitive psych exam.
Why do I always wind up getting invited to birthday parties, when I don’t actually know the person who’s birthday it is?
…and once again, tomorrow’s the last day of classes for the semester.
Remind me how that happened so quickly?
It’s like I wasn’t even there for half of it…
Oh wait, I wasn’t.
Let’s just hope that sometime soon, things will finally get a little easier.
I just measured my hair—it’s two feet long, from top to bottom.
Guess it’s officially time to get a snip-snip, cut-cut.
Well, I’ll donate the first 12 inches, and see where I go from there.
But I need to do this before camp; I can’t go the summer doing the work that I do with my hair this long. It’s getting almost unmanageable again.
Glad this is coming at the right time.
Eleven years.
Oh hell.
I know my mom was probably thinking of that too today, but neither of us actually said anything.
Especially since everyone else has pretty much forgotten.
But who could blame them? Only 11 years?
It may as well have been a lifetime ago.
Although, now that I think about it, I actually like being up at this hour.
It’s so peaceful, hearing the birds chirp, and knowing that the sun is going to rise soon.
But as it’s also making me have the most ridiculous, and royally fucked up sleeping pattern, I should probably stop doing this.
Especially since I’ll be expected to wake up at 6:30 or 7 every morning once I get to camp.
