obsessed w/ myself
Subtle jL in the background.
So um this is how my hair has been for the past two weeks or so. Fading a whole lot slower than the teal color from before. I might be a little in love with it.
lol my webcam sucks but my hair has been like this for almost a week now and I still love it so I think that is a pretty good sign
gpoyw: remember when I went to Brett’s luau-themed graduation party high on painkillers because I got my wisdom teeth out the day before, and I sang Natalie’s Rap and everyone was like what the fuck and then I won Luau Queen and had to dance with Frank?
I am Not Amused, you guys.
Patrick and I went to the Student Health Center today (he’s so sick, my poor baby), and after, went to get food at the Student Center. On the way in, I noticed some kid waving at me, but I didn’t recognize him and didn’t think much of it. I got a turkey sandwich (with oregano on it, YUM) and enjoyed it.
For a while. Until I noticed that same kid that I saw coming in had slowly snaked his way around the tables between us, and was now standing awkwardly next to the booth I was sitting in. You know, doing normal things like waiting for me to make eye contact with him so he could talk to me. I, naturally, responded to this situation by not looking up at all costs and playing Tiny Tower on my phone so I wouldn’t have to.
This plan worked fine until we had to leave, and, to my horror, realized we could not escape through the back door and would have to walk right by this kid again. I pretended to be on my phone again, but it didn’t work. Our conversation went something like this:
Creepy: How’s it going?
Me: Hi… who are you?
Creepy: David.
Me: Okay… how do I know you?
Creepy: …What’s your name?
Me: Gina.
Creepy: Gina. G-I-N-A?
Me: Yeah. Okay, see you around.
And then I left.
Why. Why, person I have never met ever, did you think it was a good idea to follow me and try to talk to me about nothing in particular? Do you think making me uncomfortable is going to make me want to talk to you? All it did was make me angry. I shouldn’t have to actively avoid people. Or feel uncomfortable. Fuck you.
Hopefully everyone on facebook will be too enamored by my haircut to tell me there’s something wrong with my face.
I will end promspam with this decent and non-apathetic picture. I would also like to thank Patrick for being beautiful.
