Hair… driving… me… MAD! I have spent nearly three years growing my hair out into this style. The difficult part of it all is the damned bangs, which are now well past my chin in length, and driving me ABSOLUTELY INSANE. In order for them to not be a pain in the ass, I have to barrett them or put them in a ponytail, and this, my friends, is the point at which I always give up on having hair. What, I figure, is the point in having long/ish hair…
*yum*
Ted’s cooking class yesterday made *insanely* good soft bread rolls, which he brought a bunch of home. I could eat nothing *but* these all day. SO YUMMY! Hm. Need water now, though.
I’m awake!
I’m awake! I’m awake! Don’t eat me! ahem. Overslept a bit. Was *very* tired.
exercise
So yesterday I was walking and I had this thought. I was thinking about trying to lose weight and all that sort of thing, and how I didn’t remember having any problems at all with weight in high school, and how I ate pretty much anything I wanted, and then it hit me: I exercised at least 1.5 hours a day in high school. Often more. I swam every day and I took dance classes for half of high school and I periodically joined stupid, stupid sports like track or…
dammit
God *damn* it. I got a tax bill a couple of weeks ago to the tune of $860 still owed on my 2001 taxes because I hadn’t reported a $2400 payment from APCS, the company that bought CHI in October 2001. I never *received* a W-2 for that $2400. I /did/ receive 3, count ’em, 3, copies of my W-2 from CHI, the first two of which were wrong. Of course I can’t /prove/ that I didn’t get the W-2 because you can’t prove a negative. I can’t imagine that…