College Countdown: 67 days
Went to town yesterday with Mom and Grandma. Had a good day- much better than the last day we went shopping together and Grandma and I got in a fight in Pizza Delight.
We started the day by going to Dollarama. I’m pretty sure it’s my most favorite store in the whole world (right after Ardene, Michael’s and The Black Market Boutique). I got a load of stuff that I needed: two picture frames, two boxes, a pencil box, a small mirror as well as something I didn’t actually need (a chess set).
We had an early lunch at Wendy’s. I’m so glad there’s one just down from my dorm. That makes me so damn happy. Just think- I could have some delicious chicken strips regularly. *sigh*
Fuck. I have a really bad bug bite by my elbow. It’s round and hard and itches like be beyotch. ACK!
After lunch, we went to my doctor appointment with Dr. Crazy Hippie Man. He’s such a crack pot. Plus, I think he just likes to hear himself talk. Not just talk- but talk about the same things over and over again. Yes, Dr. Crazy Hippie Man. I know the environment sucks and I know that the air probably has something to do with my illness… Guess what. THAT DOESN’T HELP ME.
From there, we went to Vogue and I picked out my new frames. One pair is silver with wide bows and a wicked design and the other are plastic and bright red. I love them both but I figure I’ll probably be wearing the silver ones more often so I got transitions in those ones. The red ones will be for when I’m feeling especially artsy… or if I lose/break my silver ones.
Then we went to the mall and I got my hair cut. It wasn’t exactly like I wanted but I guess it’s okay. It’s a bit emo, a bit 80s. However, I don’t think I’ll be requesting a particular hair styling person again… He’s cute but easily distracted… and always does something more extreme than I want him to. Also, I won’t be asking for an emo cut or else I’ll… well… I’ll get a emo cut. As for my cut, it’s real long in the front and very, very short in the back. He did a crazy part but I’ll never be able to replicate it. Anyway, I guess it will just have to do.
We had dinner at Pizza Delight (returning to the scene of the crime) but there was no fighting or cursing or hissing of any kind. It was actually a very good day. Then Grandma took us home.
I called my brother (the computer expert) and we lead me through the laptop-ordering process on the Dell site. Mine is going to be red with a 17-inch screen. I’m really stoked about getting it and getting used to Windows Vista and all that. My computer is getting really old, slow and probably won’t be with us for much longer. So, getting a laptop for school was definitely the right decision. I’m broke now but… y’know how it goes…
So, this morning, Mom dyed my hair. The color looks good- very dark red. But when it came to styling the cut, I couldn’t get it to look right. It was only this morning that I realized how short it really is. I mean, I’ve had short hair before- shorter than this. But I dunno. I got frustrated and starting crying. Then I suddenly thought about something that happened in grade 11: I’d been dying my hair red for about two years and I loved it. But then I developed a crush on a guy and he wasn’t the type to like girls with unnatural hair color, so I went back to blond. It took me ages to get it back looking normal again. And guess what. He still didn’t like me. So, here I am, going back to having crazy bright red hair and going to college. Yes, I would like to think that maybe I’ll get a boyfriend once I’m there. But I dunno.
I have no idea what to expect from college, and that scares me. Maybe I’m just hormonal because it’s that time of the month. BUT CRAP.