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Do you folks like coffee?
Jan 27, 2010 || 21:46

Monday was a bad day for me. M and I were s'posed to go to the gym, but she slept in, so I decided to just go buy some hair color (no way I'm going to yoga alone, psh). So I bought one dye that was s'posed to take the yellowness out of my hair. Let's say that it did a half-assed job AND too good of a job. The back of my hair is still the same peach it was before, because it was apparently too dark to change. The front turned a light purple shade of grey. Man, I look 80. Those old people always have slightly purple hair, fuck!

Actually I've gotten pretty used to it now myself, even though I don't like how uneven it is. But when mom came home, she took one look at my hair and called our hair stylist. 8D We're going to her on Friday, to dye my hair something normal. Maybe.

Tuesday M and I went to a dance class.. thing, at the end of which we danced a little reggaeton. And even though I have two left feet (expression-wise, not actually freak legs, I swear), I really-really like that dance style. D: Hawt.

Hopefully going again tomorrow.

Today I had another driving lesson. I wasn't really looking forward to it, 'cause.. I feel that I've learned as much as I possibly can and I'm just not doing a good enough of a job at driving. And yet.. the instructor asked me if I want to keep on driving or go to an exam now (after the lesson). I was like fuck yeaah. I'm still pretty fucking lousy at those roundabouts, so gonna do those tomorrow and see what I should do after that.

Would love to be done with the exams and have my license already. x_o (not that I'd have any car to drive with, anyway)

Want school already. Though if I'm going to take the courses I'm planning to, most mornings I'll have to be at school from 10AM. 10AM! ToT Good-bye sleep.

I worked out for like 3 hours yesterday and the only thing that hurt today was my head. Very strange. But now I'm starting to feel my muscles..

Right. Enough of boring banter.

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Mia
Jan 23, 2010 || 22:30

'The breaking of the tet,' Callahan mused. 'Not the death of your friend, but the breaking of the tet. I wonder if your friends know what sort of man you are, Roland?'
'They know', Roland said, and on that subject said no more.
-'Wolves of the Calla', Stephen King
I'm very much in love with Roland's character. The Dark Tower series isn't all that interesting (well, parts where they visit New York and, y'know, 'our world' in general, are sort of dull for me), but Roland is wonderful.

I don't like compromises. As an idea I think it's a very faulty one. They say a compromise is when both get what they want, but usually it just means that nobody gets what they want. And that bothers me greatly.

All exams are done (well, I only had three anyway). Got P (for passed), a B and.. don't know what I'm getting for semiotics (would very much like to know tho.. -_-;; ). Soon a new semester will start. A few days ago I destroyed brain cells by trying to figure out what courses I should take. 8D

WoW is still as addictive as ever. But I love my lock. Luffffff.

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Now I'm a fat house cat
Jan 7, 2010 || 20:07

I've always thought myself as inferior to others. Since as long as I can remember, I've thought that I'm not as good as the other person. Now, from Uni (or maybe some time before) that has started to change bit by bit. At least now I can say that I'm perfectly average. I'm just as good as the other person. Maybe not as pretty (by my own standards, if not by anyone else's - meaningless arguments could come from that), but definitely just as smart, just as crafty, just as mean. Just as unoriginal. Jane Grey.

And now I'm realizing that even though it's better to be average than it was to be inferior before, it's not as good as being great. And I know some great people (I've got great friends, haha). Like M, who got 99+% on this semester's tests. I mean, is she a robot or what? But no, she's just great.

I want that. I want something to be great at. However, I'm very clumsy, not at all crafty (or well, not more than the average person, right?) and not smarter than the average bear (or well, human).

I hope I'm making some sense. Studying semiotics atm, which isn't making any sense at all.

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If we weren't such good friends..
Jan 1, 2010 || 13:32

 ..I think that I'd hate you
If we weren't such good friends
I'd wish you were dead

Today I missed my bus. I had to take the trolley to the city 'cause the buses that would take me directly to my neighborhood aren't driving about today. So I got to the city and found that my bus had gone just 2 minutes before I got there and the next one was coming in about 20 minutes. So I walked. And it's very pretty outside, all under a white blanket of snow and the sun shining softly upon it. But the weather made me happy 'cause of the false sense of coming spring. You think - huh, sun; guess the snow will melt soon and all the green will come out and it'll be warm again. But no, at least another 2 months of this shit. Probably three. Maybe as much as four, 'cause I do remember snow in April. Fuck.

So another year has begun. My New Year's resolution was to not let my fear guide me and not let myself get in the way of my happiness and what I really want. Yeah, that's gonna happen. Happy New Year, much like the old year, full of bullshit.

I can honestly say, at this moment, first day of 2010, I have no joy in my heart.

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