not only did i make jeremy’s nanaimo bars last night, i also baked three dozen mint chocolate chip cookies and made a huge batch of peppermint bark. i was a holiday goody making machine! just think, that’s only a third, or maybe only a quarter, of the stuff i have to do. doh.
i have a date on friday night with an older gentleman. he’s making me dinner at his place. i’m quite excited about it as i haven’t had a chance to have a meal with my dad in a long while. (hah! got you, didn’t i!)
mbna is evil. that is all.
my “talk nerdy to me” shirt arrived yesterday. if you’re at all curious, there’s a new cam shot of me in it (link to the left, under “things). the shirt looks good. i, on the other hand, look like shite. i’m really kind of pissed off that i’ve gotten this hugeoid zit on my face right before the company xmas party this saturday. i’m supposed to be beautiful and polished, not blotchy and spotted.
i can’t write for shit anymore. i have nothing to say that’s at all interesting to anyone. blah blah blah. i don’t take any photographs because i haven’t gone anywhere interesting to look at and my friends hate it when i either try to take pictures of them or stop to take pictures of something else. my site is boring and a waste of disk space, although, i still think my little squirrels are adorable.
i might get my hair chopped off this weekend, before the party. that was what i was thinking about before i fell asleep last night. i was only keeping it long through apathy and because the boy who doesn’t like me back likes longlong hair very much. sad, but true. he was probably the last reason why i didn’t get it hacked months ago. now, well, it doesn’t matter at all what the fuck he thinks of my hair since the longlong hair didn’t make him love me, the shortshort hair probably won’t make him hate me. then again, i’m broke and i don’t think i want to trust a serious head-top renovation to the $13 haircut place.
i’ve got stacie orrico’s ‘more to life‘ stuck in my head. i first heard it on the god channel a while back and now it’s being played on the mainstream pop station. it’s catchy and not too preachy and it’s not as sexually charged as that stupid nickelback song i had in my head which made the boy issues even worse. i haven’t cried in two days (unless i’m blocking something out). that’s got to mean progress, right?
For what it’s worth, I dig the hell out of your site. I love reading about what’s going on in people’s lives. I say keep writing. :-)
dont cut your hair!!
yeah!
Short-chopped blue hair… mmmm.