I’m sorely tempted today to chop all my hair off super-short and dye it some fudge or manic panic colour… green or purple or blue, something like that. Not that I can really afford to do either, but damn my hair is boring. I keep walking past this hair place near my house that just looks neat and wanting to go in. Someday, I swear.

I think I’m avoiding thinking about leaving. At least, I’m avoiding thinking about the stuff that I imagine I’ll get sad about at some point. I really have to start thinking about when I’ll get to see people before I go… but I keep putting it off. Bad me.