Everyone is the exact same! But different!

Mood: Siiiick. But actually rather content.
iTunes: Diamonds Remix - Slim Thug

Okay. I'm just about 100% tired of alllll the gangster I've been listening to lately. I don't know why. I'm listening to it right now, when it would take like 5 muscles to lift up my arm and push the little button that would take me on to something like The Libertines or Imogen Heap or something equally better.

And for some reason, whenever I date or do stuff with a guy who really doesn't like rap, I listen to it 100 times more. I don't know why. It really doesn't help things. And then they spend like hours telling me what I should be listening to, and why rap sucks, and that I'm really white, no matter what I think.

It's like some kind of creepy phenomenon, and I wish it would go away.

Anyway. I don't have to go to work today. Instead I'm going over to this girl's house so she can cut my hair for her senior project. Whee! Speaking of hair, the kid got his gorgeous hair cut yesterday. It's all short now. It doesn't look bad or anything, but now there's less of it to play with.

I was just looking through some really old emails I have, and I had sent some slides for a PowerPoint (for some assignment) to myself. Normally, when people do this, they just don't put in a message, or like put in a few random letters (some email things won't let you do this unlses there is a message body or something). But for some reason, I had like written a huge long message.

To myself.

About nothing. What on earth? I'm pretty sure I'm glad I'm not a psycho freak anymore.

-megan.