I have a doctor's appointment on Monday, on account of the fact I vomit acid and blood on the daily.
My mom is all "OMG what if you die??" and I giggle and inform her that I am seeing a man that is delicious so that isn't allowed to happen.
But seriously, she's not that melodramatic, she just tends to panic over tedious things.

My friend Amanda looked at me across the table, while we ate THE MOST INCREDIBLE SPAGHETTI IN THE WORLD, and asked "Why don't you wear bright colours? - I don't get it, you're so positive and loud, but you like greys and blacks." 
My amazing counter-argument was "My scrubs are hot pink!" and she retaliated that the animals I work with cannot tell the difference. Touche.

This then resulted in me venturing to Old Navy, because I feel like everything they sell is bold and bright. Most times I cover my eyes and make a mad dash for the jeans, today I walked around in circles.
My purchases consisted of two bright as the sun yellow tank tops, and a green - ew, green and I don't love eachother - tube top. Which actually look cute with my dark hair, but in a few weeks when that is gone back to platinum blonde it will definitely look retarded and I will revert back to pretending I'm black.
But I have discovered -- spring purchases DO infact make me happy!

Tomorrow I have a day-baking date with the boy when he gets off school. Ra ra ra.
I also think it's quite strange that we spent an hour conversing about his university's cellphone registry so they can send Code Red alerts to students cellphones so they are aware if there is somebody about to shoot up the school instead of announcements and silly stuff.
I thought it was crafty, but apparently only like 1/18th of the school population has registered their cellphone number. Don't be gay, kids.

I'll have pictures of my hurr tomorrow, try to be excited or something.
I've been wishing my friends could learn from my mistakes, I make enough of them.
But I think you need to learn things out on your own in order to change the path you're going down. I know I did.
Oh, and I have some juicy details for a little more 'life insight'. But we'll leave that for a later date.

Mel, I hope your wedding was amazing! I love you.

I use to write so much, and I don't even know what to type anymore.
There is so much going on inside my head I cannot even begin to put it into words.
It seems like everything is going on too fast, and I cannot catch up enough to know what exactly is going on.
Does that make sense?
(This is not boyfriend related - for once.)
I need to work with time, instead of against it. That's my greatest downfall.

I've come to a grand conclusion that drama doesn't follow me.
It rides on my back.
And I let it. Good/Bad? I don't know.
I'd rather laugh than cry, and I've been doing a lot of laughing.
HAR HAR HAR, Bitch! HAR HAR HAR!

This isn't meant to be a 'deep livejournal' post, so there is NO deeper meaning than what I'm saying.
Or maybe there is, and I refuse to see it.
Life will go on, with or without me 'on board'. Let's just smile and nod, kids.