2004-05-14, 2:11 a.m. : And the ones that Mother gives you don't do anything at all
Well bleargh.
I was planning on going to bed several hours ago and getting up in just a few more.
This is not going to happen, and it's my own damn fault.
Let's just say that there's a hell of a lot you can do when you're procrastinating against doing the thing you're supposed to be doing.
In other words, I reordered my music playlist, read some fanfiction, and went into the bathroom and took two hours turning my hair into dreadlocks.
It looks fucking awesome.
Of course, I have no way of posting pictures online anymore, so you'll have to send me an instant message to ask to see.
And then you'll just have to wait until I actually have a picture. After all, I have no digital camera, no scanner, and my webcam is six hours away from being useful at a minimum.
So take my word for it, kids. My hair fucking rocks.
And now I'm finally going to get around to redoing my resume.