2003-10-04 || 2:03 a.m.
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still on vacation from diaryland, i assure you, miles and miles away on a grassy enchanted knoll drinking hot tea from cups shaped like tulips and ponies grazing all around and all that, but:
the fancy haircut my sweetheart gave me is getting all unruly, growing tendrils like weeds. i would very much like to cut at it, but i like to think of it as wearing a spectacular love letter on my head and i don't want to go changing the words around. this is very difficult considering my renegade haircut/word-switching inclinations.
this is my nine-hundred ninety-ninth entry. i could write something celebratory for the next entry, but i am afraid i will forget or will feel pressure to come up with something good. i have been writing here for three years almost to the day. special assignment, ahem: read some of the old old entries and tell me if i've changed at all. have i changed at all? i think i have. it hurts my head to think about.
i have developed this very annoying jealous sister/friend persona. it is mostly a joke, but all of the sudden i am terribly insecure and down and not happy with things. hmmm. on another note, jealous sister/friend had a marvelous time with brian and o and kellsis tonight re-enacting scenes from the high school era, complete with watching the mtv, going out for ice cream, driving around aimlessly, ransacking a grocery store, buying no less than five flavors of brilliantly colored soda for an impromptu scientific tasting:
mmhmm. that's brian mixing everything together in hopes it will taste better, and that's my sister making the barf face. this is what we do on friday nights.
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