Friday, October 14, 2011
I am sporting a new 'do: Imagine a slightly more androgynous version of Hilary Swank in Boys Don't Cry. Each time I walk pass the mirror in the hall, I have to rein in the surprise, because I keep forgetting. For the next couple of months, I am gonna channel Agyness Deyn and work it. I am actually kinda excited about it actually. Because this time, it wasn't the bleurghness that prompted this- I was bored. Anyways, I have finally managed to get my hands on The Wild Rose (through means I will not discuss here). Not looking forward to the weekend because of the epic paper I need to write. Plus there's an open house thingy going on here on Saturday and no one's gonna let me have a bit of a lie-in. I don't know how I feel about the possible move. And it's happening so bloody fast. I love this house. I love living in Woodlands. I am honestly going to miss this place. What a damper.
Something I have observed from the group: Boys are mean to girls when other guys are around.
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