Dying my hair tomorrow with Melanie.
Black and Blue-black.
Twinsies.
BUT, before I do. Any other color suggestions? Obviously not blond, don’t be stupid. AND NOT GREY, ERIC.
Hm?
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Reasons.
Earth, Wind & Fire
This is my jam.
Arizona > Any soda.
;)
Tuesday.
Went exactly like this so far:
- 1AM- Fell asleep.
- 4AM-Woke up.
- 7AM-Fell sleep.
- 9AM-Woke up.
- 12PM-Fell asleep.
- 3PM-Woke up.
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Gotten a few calls just like this.
Desktop, Tuesday.
Haven’t taken one of these in a while.
Finally.
So after about a thousand pills, two weeks of bed rest, and a million steamy showers later- I feel so much better. I’m ready to ditch the sweats, bro. Comfy was starting to just feel nasty.
I’m still not comfortable with visiting my Godson yet though, the last thing I want to do is get him sick. His mother would cut me.
If you ever want to completely distroy me, give me the flu.
My voice is slowly coming back to me- I haven’t been taking the antibiotics, so it’s a much longer process than it should be. I can’t stand taking those extra-large pills, for real, I just can’t do it.
Hopefully next week I’ll feel strong enough to go back to the gym and back into my old routine. I need some kind of routine besides school- or I’ll feel completely lost. Honestly though, being sick just messed everything up. I don’t feel like doing a thing besides staying in bed. Then my sleeping/eating pattern is thrown off- day becomes night, up becomes down and then I just go back to sleep.
I cut my nails as inspiration to sit at the piano again (can’t stand that clicking sound when I had the claws). It hasn’t worked.
I’m giving my self until Monday to be lazy as hell, then it’s on.
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My jam, forever.
Eric, as stressed out me.
Friday.
I was in a bad mood for most of the day.
It was one of the worst ones too, the kind that you don’t even know where it came from. No one caused it, nothing happened- you just feel shitty.
It usually happens that way with me though. When things aren’t looking up, but still aren’t really looking down either, I get in these weird moods. Kind of floating around emotionless. I’ve always been this way.
I was going through all the pictures I’ve taken with photobooth, and I found this one.
I’ve seen that stressed out look in the mirror more times than I would have liked to. Why I took a picture like this- I can’t even remember.
I’ve posted this before. I needed to remind her how much I love her, and how beautiful and special and perfect she is to me. I love you baby.
