Ok. The dreads are finally done and are the waxiest things ever. It's worse than that time when I didn't wash my hair for a week after prom. Yesss, I rock! Um yeah, so we watched Matrix Revolutions and Candace tried to burn me with the hairdryer. My mother is less than impressed, and I have a lot of trouble getting shirts on and off. (Maybe that's a good thing?) Um yes. Here's a picture. Keep in mind they look like crap cause they're... BRAND NEW.



      If I look tired, it's because I am. Talked to Phil on the phone for a bit today. Talked to Tristan after mildly freaking out about something which wasn't what I thought it was. (Am I insane?) Am sort of half-assed talking to Brody. He seems to think I'm coming to see him. I don't know why he would think that after the scathing e-mail I sent him. Oh well. Boys will be immature boys who throw straws on the ground. Oh, and someone leaves for Africa tomorrow and I don't know when they're coming back. Or if it matters. We'll see.
music. tie her down - senses fail