cimorene

was going to write feedback as had nothing better to do but have remembered an unpleasant task to get out of the way: het fiction. everyone cringe now. *everyone cringes* so, uhm, getting that out of the way, and imagine it will use up all my energy, and i will go to bed early and maybe get 11 hours of sleep like God intended instead of, you know, six.

washed my hair three times in a row today; disturbing when handfuls of it come out. running out of shampoo. if i wait till i'm home, mom+dad will replace it. panteeeeeene. uhm. so yes: good hair: dried in much smaller ringlets than it usually does and they're all wild and floaty and kinky. hee. <--irrationally pleased

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[and did i mention pissed-ness? someone pet me. rm#2. since WHEN does dancing qualify as doing "something weird"? w.tf. H? (rm#2 to bf, unlocking door: she does something weird on saturdays. --oh. i guess she's not.) ok, and if she never sleeps here. why not keep the toiletries and clothes in bf's room? then she wouldn't have to come back here to shower.]