1. With all these pictures of my friends kissing their husbands on facebook, I feel like putting a picture up of me screaming at mine. We don’t even have fights like that (I would, but he would just stare at me with a blank look on his face so what’s the point?) but I would stage one just to be different.
2. I’ve been pretty lonely since I went fully online for school, so I think about going to wal-mart and looking around, hoping I’ll run into someone I know and we’ll chat. I realize how completely depressing that is.
3. Lately I feel that my hair resembles that of Sebastian Bach. This is not good. I complained to my Mom and she let me use her expensive Wen shampoo that made her hair soooo soft. It worked for like, half a day, then I was back to a huge 80’s rock ballad fro. *sigh*
4. I made an appointment with a consignment store to sell them mine and my Moms clothes. I sorted them, ironed them, packed them in suitcase and garment bags, filled up my Ford Escape (that’s a lot of space, yo!) and went to my appointment…..yeah, they didn’t want any of it. That was 5 days ago, and I’ve been driving around with a car full of clothes and shoes ever since, too dejected to do anything about it.
5. I’m wondering if when a form asks me for my family doctor, I should write down Google. It’s the truth, after all.
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Love them Brianna. I’ve got to get to my June confessions.
It’s a toss up for favourite between #2 and #3. When I did lots of late night studying I used to do #2 too. Sometimes you just need to see people, and let’s face it, White Rock is great for the random run-in. I always call my hair “70’s boy hair” – because it does this weird wave thing. So I appreciate have hair from another era.
Oh man, love them all.
It’s a toss up for me between #2 or #3 for favourite. The Wal-Mart thing is so classic. I used to go to Peninsula Village London Drugs before that place turned into ghost-town. And I often refer to my own hair as “70’s boy hair” because of this strange wave it does that all the boys had in the 70’s. I understand having hair from another era.
I’ve never thought of your hair as being like a boy’s from the seventies, but now that you mention it, I get it! And I think it’s awesome. Maybe one night we should arrange to accidentally meet at a drugstore or gas station, then awkwardly talk for an hour? The awkward part would be because one of has to pee or is late for an actual get together or something, but the talking would just go on and on, and maybe we could even inconvenience others somehow. I’m really liking this plan…
Laughed out loud at number 5 – thanks! It’s pretty quiet in my little hotel room in Palo Alto. You’ve inspired me to write my own confessions.
BTW B: the taxi driver who drove me from the San Jose airport to the hotel has been living in the US for 12 years and goes home once a year to visit his wife and 5 children because he doesn’t make enough money yet to bring them here (according to US immigration).
Thought about you and Jeff – 6 months doesn’t seem so bad.