On impulse last night i had lots of blonde added to my hair and amidst the compliments i feel slightly disconnected from my old self with just coffee-brown and just refreshed, like a webpage where only the slightest thing changes upon doing so but it's still significant to you.
As 'deep' and somewhat art-fag that sounds it's true, i don't know whether i like this new blonde, i don't think so. Although apparently it makes me look older. Score?
Today was stressful, the walk to college epic and the journey home extensive. I would have liked to go see Avenged Sevenfold tonight (jibe all you will bastards) but i have work tomorrow and it was sold out. I don't like Friday nights in much unless it's with the right person/people.
English-class pyscho-analysis today discovered i'm threatened by my own mother and take kindly to stranger's affection, period 4 on a friday is clearly not a time for a class room (well 9) hormone-raging students to assess one another and interpret issues of stalking and having a fascination with road kill.
'I'll stop the world and melt with you
You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time
There's nothing you and I won't do'
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