So, this weekend, I went to a Mary Kay thing at my friend's house and had some cool face stuff done. But it made my pimples come back. Before then I just had the few dots I get for a few days every month. Now I have so many that I'm honestly kind of confused.

Silly products. That's why I stick with my regimen and don't trust anyone else's advice as far as my face goes. It defies all logic, anyway, and most people have normal, logic-abiding face skin. Why would I listen to them? I have the anti-face.

So, anyway, now I have pimples worse than I have ever had in my life.

It's okay, though. All things are temporary.


After the facials (and some other small things), Meagan, Sarah and I went out on the town. We first tried to kidnap Seth from his dorm room, but the security there is actually pretty good. Or, it was when we arrived. Of course his phone was also dead.

So we gave up.

Then we ate and rode off into the night to buy colorful wigs. Or, that wasn't the intention, but it worked out so that we were all wearing ridiculous, cheap, colorful wigs by around midnight.

When I finally got back home around 2:10, the house was dark and I had the blue wig that belonged to my friend Meagan. She had my hot pink one. I had her plaid shirt, and somewhere in all that my friend Sarah was wearing a long, curly, white-blonde wig, saying "Long hair don't care" in response to just about everything.


The amazing thing is that my friends and I honestly don't need alcohol to be this stupid. Maybe it helps (I wouldn't know, I stay away from alcohol), but it certainly isn't the main cause.


The next day, I met some friends at a local restaurant favorite for kids my age. Before we walked in, my friend Araam and I were talking about how there were only two girls coming including me, and that my luck dictated that the other female would cancel.

Once we got inside, she did.

Of course! Life is funny like that.

But hey, that was okay. I like having time with just guys. I've always appreciated males because they're usually so stable on the outside. Even if all sorts of things are going on inside. That sort of calmness and restraint makes me so glad to be around them. We made perverted jokes the whole time and talked about whatever. Nothing was awkward except the intentionally awkward. All the guys ordered the same dish, and I ended up the only one with a burger.

Later, I drove Seth and Araam back to my house and some others came for movie night. We watched Watchmen, which people seemed to enjoy. Araam told everyone to cover their eyes during the sex scene. Seth, under the blanket with me (as Araam instructed for eye-coverage), suggested, "I wonder what Araam's doing while all our eyes are covered."

Even though his intent was obvious, I quietly whispered, "Fapfapfapfapfap."

We both laughed, which led to a hand check. We feebly raised our hands under the blanket. "I ONLY SEE ONE," said Sarah. I uncovered our hands so she could see them all.

Unfortunately, she also couldn't see my face. So she gave me a face check.

I don't know why he and I can't laugh without getting a hand check. The blanket is practically see-through. If I were to even want to try anything, I would know that the blanket my own mother knitted was not a safe zone.

Argh.

After everyone left, he and I popped in another movie and watched that distantly until around two in the morning. I like having a bunch of people around, but it's also great to hang out with just one person. It's nice, being able to talk and laugh with an old friend. I've known him since I was fourteen, after all.

Once the movie ended, I had to drive him back to his dorm. The windshield was fogged up from the cold and my contact was dried out, so here I was leaning forward like an old timer, one eye winking violently, driving 15 in a 25 zone.

He was fantastic at ignoring how preposterous I looked.


Also, my shoes came in. They're fugly, but I feel better when I wear them. Plus, I wore a Hooters shirt and my favorite jacket with them, today, so I felt hot enough to pull them off. My hair was all light and blowing in the wind. It was fantastic.

My roommate, of course, was totally miffed about my shoes. She thinks they are the ugliest things ever and that my walking differently is personally offensive to her. After a while, she threw a discarded bustier at me and told me to "get sexy."

WELL IT'S TOO LATE FOR THAT, BUDDY.

The best quote I took down, last week:

�First off we ain�t no damn universidad, we a college.�


Oh, and I found a parking spot closer to my dorm. Pros: less walking distance between there and my dorm, closer proximity to the police. Cons: less well-lit and more visibility from the street. I'm not sure whether I want to stay there or not. Something just told me, tonight, to park in the closer lot. I guess I'll never know whether my intuition was onto something or not.


Oh, and I still plan on transferring. Meagan and I are planning on getting a two-bedroom apartment down there and starting a small business. We're smart, capable, good-looking women. Why not?

Oh, and we're looking for a place that allows pets. I want a cat.

I don't think a bustier could possibly cancel out the effects of such shoes as that. :P
» randomjunk on 2010-10-04 12:42:48

Pleeeease tell me what this "long hair don't care" thing is! I hear it everywhere and I've absolutely no idea what it's about! I have long hair, should I be concerned? Or, not care particularly hard?
» Illicit on 2010-10-06 08:06:08

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