
On thursday night, everybody crowded over to our lodge to watch the canucks hockey game, and more popularly, the OC. i still dont really get why it's good yet, this one being the second episode ever watched, but i assume the faux rich-teen melodrama gets addicting after a while.
on the 3 hour bus ride back to vancouver, people were being obnoxious and plus dara and i were sitting in front of eric, which can only be so fun. not. i pretended to be uber-absorbed into my music and looked out the never-changing scenery, while thinking about random shit, like I wonder how many girls on this bus are wearing tampons right now, and I hope the valentines day/dance doesnt suck, please, for the love of god.
phew.
today i couldnt keep my eyes off this teenaged guy and girl holding hands. he wore a white blazer-typey jackety thing and she wore a denim skirt. too too perfect.
i wanted to get a bob haircut, but the hairdresser dude was all like "Your hair will look ugly if you get a bob haircut because your hair is too thick and blahblahblah blachadsfkjsdlfdf its better if you leave it long and maybe get highlights, what do you think?" so i got it trimmed, but that's it. i told my mom How about i dye the ends of my hair purple and she said Oh okay but by then the hairdresser's was nearly closing so we left. i was only two-thirds serious anyway.
what kind of retarded url is ibidreams.blogspot.com?
omg. i got the raymi book dfkjasl;fjsdkjflsdjfkkj!!!$!@!!!!!!!! jason lent me it and i cant wait to read it after i finish the last whatever hundred pages of Pandemic. i read a little bit of it as soon as i got it in the mail and i can tell its already one of my favourite books, or maybe its just cause i am precisely retarded in the same way.
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