Seeing how it’s time to update the darned thing (like a million years ago), I thought a great way would be through song and dance. Since I’m not nearly brave enough to do such an act, the following phrases will have to do:

I’m fermented. In the good and bad sense of the word. The situation from my previous conundrum has been totally reversed, and I am the tool being used to get some.

Of course it’s with the person that I like. I wanna play the “I saw him first!” Game, but that would just be (more) childish.

I…. just don’t know what to do.

Running away was once just a dream, clouded by poor judgment and laziness. But, dear gentlemen, I have decided to not let that be the case.

To let you in on my little secret, I have ran away. Probably not physically, but you know what I mean.

For specific reasons, please see above.

Emotionally, mentally, and most likely spiritually, I am on hiatus. You see, history (predictably) repeted itself. Except it was only a severe case of like – not love – and the situation fixed itself. To repeat myself, I became a person I didn’t like, manipulating the people around me to get what I wanted.

In one word: skeeze-ball.

Kind sirs, this brain diarrhea is more than just an announcement; it’s a pledge: I will do my best to not use you (insert name here), to get in anyone’s pants. Especially that girl you like (sorry Rob), or the boy EVERYONE likes (sorry Katie).

If the meteorologist could plan my moods – wouldn’t that be awesome – I’m thinking (s)he would predict a lot of melancholy with sprinkles of angst. Luckily we’re out of emo season, but there would be plenty of chance for continued metaphor.

Tonight is St. Patrick’s Day. The start of The Boondock Saints, and the end of… An idea. THE idea, I should say. Of any person having control of me. And, I only have a little bit more time to complete my Lent sacrifice.

Damn coke boy – you ruined every thing.

Because of what can best be described as life, I haven’t been able to write in a while.

Getting ready for school (I think it takes more time getting ready for it than you spend getting your degree), extra work hours, decreased work hours, extra responsibilities – the list goes on.

Anyway, I’m officially a pre-nursing major. I practicly work in the medical field anyway, so it’s not a huge jump. My course load:

Communications 100 (Pre-req for nursing major)
English 102 (I tested out of 101. Woot)
Humanities 100 (Silly pre-reqs)
Math 25 (It’s been like … seven years since I’ve taken an algebra class. It goes away.)

That’s twelve credits. My initial plan was to jump in with, say, 16, but since I haven’t been in school for a while, this will ease me on in. So, I go to school for two hours, hour break, work for eight. I must be crazy. Two of the classes are online. That helps with having to work and everything.

Overall, I’m friggen excited. I have to finish my financial aid stuff- for the third time. But that’s it. And I start Jan. 20th.

I’m really tired, and don’t know what to write.

But I need to. Part of a goal I made to write once a day. Psh. I already screwed that up, but I’ll keep trying.

I found my Nalgene – the one I left at work on Monday. It took some hunting. I had to ask at least 3 people. Now I need to wash it. Who knows what kind of crazy person spit in it while I was away.

I need to clean my carpets. My landlord wants to do an inspection and I want to impress her. Clean carpets should do that.

I hate both MySpace and FaceBook, but FaceBook’s the bigger devil. So you can chat with me here. If you really want to, you can add me on FaceBook too, but… eew

It’s about time that I watch Miss Congeniality again. It’s in my list of chick-flicks that I like. I probably should keep this list secret, but who cares!? Legally Blonde, Sweet Home Alabama – pretty much anything with Reese Witherspoon. Only the first Miss Congeniality, because the second one is dumb. Mona Lisa Smile – because Julia Roberts is amazing. There’s probably more but I can’t think of them.

And I’m done. I can’t think anymore today. But, fear not, there is always tomorrow.

In a constant attempt to keep my “style” funky and different, I’ve made a monster out of my hair. Please see exhibits 1-4:

Crazy Tired

Crazy Colorful

Crazy Flat

Crazy for a Concert

In the first photo, you’ll notice that my hair “swoops” and is almost feathered. That look took perfection – hair wax and magic fingers. Too bad I look like I had been up for the past eighty hours.

In the second, the pretty colors should stand out. As well as the length and big green eye. Important.

Exhibit three is the different one here. No product in the hair. All day on a plane. Taken from a hotel lobby in Hawaii. Warm.

The last photo is perhaps the most monsterly. Clocking in at approximately 45 minutes using multiple glue-like products (the waterproof kind!) and a flat iron, you get concert hair. Perfect for the all day super-sweaty events.

Post some pictures of your crazy hair. Come on… it’s fun.