Ever been in one of those moods where it's like: "PEOPLE?... I CAN'T BE WITH PEOPLE! I'm not 'people'. I don't belong with 'them'." My neighbors are getting loud and drunk and my roommate joined them and soon they will attempt to pressure me into taking "just one shot". And I just CAN'T. Maybe some other time. Just not now. When I don't even consider myself "people", it's not a good time. This is a long blurb for someone who's never on dailybooth anymore.
I felt good about finally unpacking the last box that belonged to me in our bedroom until I realized that I have more boxes in my storage unit. WILL I EVER COMPLETELY MOVE IN TO THIS PLACE?!
A few weeks ago Adam and I cut my hair because it was really bugging me ("Adam, either you help me cut my hair or I'll do the back myself, either way this hair is getting chopped off today!"). But it was still too long so yesterday I went to a cheap-ass salon and a woman cut my hair some more (and gave me an attitude when I said I wanted it even shorter. "You said an inch! I cut an inch!" "Er, yeh. I promise I'll be happy if you cut one more inch." *awkward*). Then I got home, realized that I paid $15 (plus a $5 guilt-tip because she was standing right there looking at the receipt as I was writing everything out) for a haircut I hated. She got the layers started for me, so that was good. Anyway, I ended up defining the layers more and cutting another inch off the back. And now I like it.
Couldn't be arsed to move my stuff today so I'm still in my boyfriend's room. We both have the day off tomorrow so we're moving my things into my apt then.
