I am allowed to be tired. So tired that a week has been blanked from my memory. Aside from cutting up my brand new Visa Electron card into millions of little pieces accidentally, and sharing a bed with my friend, and then The Boyfriend (not at the same time, I assure you), then the friend again, I don't remember much. I think I slept, but I feel sleep-deprived and achey anyway. Like someone is standing over me with a frying pan, and threatening to whack it down if I stand too tall.

I had my hair cut in time to feel different and interesting for when college starts. I do look different, but probably not interesting. The man who cut my hair was very good. He was gay. I occassionally wish I could find a male hairdresser who isn't gay, just so that I can tell myself -"Aha! See there? A male hairdresser who isn't gay." In my mind, I feel like I am stereotyping everytime I see a male hairdresser.

Today I feel bad for losing touch with people I had a great time with. New starts always make me think more. In a bad way. I am also wondering why I bothered so much with high school. (Nobody seems to mind what grades I got, as long as I can do the courses I want to do.) Probably for the same reason I will be bothered so much with college.