This weekend was full of plans. Last night me and a few of my friends had all finally worked around our schedules to plan for something. What happens? About 2 hours before I was supposed to be done at PAWS, one of my friends text me and said she wouldn't be able to make it cuz she wasn't feeling well and wouldn't be very good company. So that pretty much threw off the whole thing ... since the other two friends are a couple and I'm not about to be a 3rd wheel. Their work schedules clash too much so they don't get much time to spend together so when they do, they're all lovey and it's kind of gross. We hung out for a bit, but then I got tired and started feeling awkward so I said it was time for me to go home. It was okay up until that point, though.

Then today, as most of you have probably read, me and The-Muffin-Man were supposed to hang out, but something happened with one of his class project groups so we won't be able to get together today. Some sort of emergency meeting. We're hoping next Monday will work out better.

Anywho, I didn't really have much else planned for the rest of the day. Just kind of hanging out. Jacob and I might get some pizza later and watch some movies, but even that isn't set in stone. Something could come up to throw that plan off. Either way, it just reminds you that nothing is definite until it actually happens. Even then it could still not go exactly as planned.

The only thing that's set in stone is the stuff that's already happened. The past.

Anywho, I digress.

In completely unrelated news, I just realized that in throwing away my suitcase, I inadvertently threw away some of my clothes. Granted they were just shirts that I didn't ever wear, but some of them I've had for a long time. My "band" shirt from Freshman year of high school. It was a basketball shirt that the team gave the band so that we could wear them while attending the games. The shirt that I had gotten Junior year that half my friends signed. Granted most of the signatures had faded so much over years of washing that I could barely read them, but still. There were some others that I had that were gifts and stuff. Like I said, since they were left in the suitcase it meant that I never wore them, but I might have eventually taken them out to wear. Only reason I threw away the suitcase at all is because it was covered in mold and I didn't want to have to wash it. I completely forgot that I had stuff in there. Too late now. The trash at my old place has since been picked up. If I had realized this a week ago, I would have driven back and gotten the stuff out. Oh well.

Alright, I guess that's all I've got for now. Until next time NuTang...

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This is only the second time I've started an entry ... it won't be that exciting.

I move in to my new place on Monday. If you go to this site you can check out where I'm moving to. And also the other properties that they have {the link is direct to the property I'm moving in to.}

I have mixed feelings about it, but that's something to talk about another time.

I'm sick. I've had this dry cough for two, three days now. At least my lymph nodes are no longer swollen. I can swallow without being in a lot of pain. It's whatever Jacob had last week. It sucks. I shall be putting myself in to a Nyquil-induced coma again tonight. I'll need my rest since I'll be packing tomorrow and moving on Monday.

I guess that's it for now. Nothing else terribly new to update on.

Until next time ...

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I got my hair chopped off today! It was time. I haven't had it cut since April of '09. I had it cut up to the bottom of my shoulder blades. I hated it because that was not what I wanted. So I let it grow out and avoided hair salons.

Up until this morning.

Over the last week, I was actually starting to sit on the ends of my hair, which is a pretty big indicator that it's way too damn long.

I love it so much! I had it cut for donation. I'll be sending it in to Locks of Love on Monday. It's shorter than the last time, but this is what I wanted so I was prepared for the incredible difference in length.

Here are some pictures!

The Before:


The two pony tails that were cut off, along with the envelope they will be sent in:


The After:


And the front facing picture showing how happy I am with the cut:


I absolutely love it! I'm so happy with the cut. Jacob loves it too. He called it cute. He's always loved shorter hair, but he knew that I was comfortable with my long hair so he put up with it. What makes him like my cut even more is how happy I am with it.

I really liked my stylist too. I will definitely be going back to see her the next time I need something done with my hair. I'll probably keep it short for a while before growing it back out for donation.

Today was a good day.

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I hate realizing that he really is no longer my boyfriend. He has no obligations to me whatsoever. He doesn't have to tell me where he's going, how long he going to be gone. Or even that he is going.

Out of respect for the fact that we're friends and I care about his well being, I would like to think that he would tell me if he were to go somewhere, at least while we're still living together. But in reality, he doesn't have to if he doesn't want to.

I need to learn how to be ignorant. Or at least get something going in my life that's just as interesting as his.

Such as this new girl that seems to be influencing every single fucking decision he makes.

Fuck life. Life is shit.

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