i have a date tonight. it’s a second date. we are going out to dinner and then seeing a laser show.
i feel like i haven’t stopped this week.
going going going, hurrying, going going.
an hour to get ready.
my hair isn’t doing anything right at this length.
it’s too poofy and i look like Velma.
i miss the Spock look.
i have to memorize all sandwiches by tomorrow.
i think i can do it.
work is really stressful. but if i give it two more weeks, i think i’ll finally start to feel like i can make a salad or a soup without looking like an idiot.
i kind of like a boy. he’s really handsome. he has a cute smile. i’ve been on one date with him and i really had fun. we take the trax together on mondays and wednesdays. it feels nice to like a boy. it feels nice to think about someone else.
i have a zit on my lip. it’s gross.
should i go to pakistan and visit farah the summer of 2013? i think it would be a good experience. and i’d love to see farah again.
i think i should write a novel. i have characters and places and scenes in mind. i don’t have a story.
i need to get ready. what should i wear? it’s cool outside.
it’s windy, but please please don’t rain or snow tonight, sky. i must go out and take pictures.
do i have to shower? hmph.
time to go.