In her maternal zeal, my mother has given me what can only be described as a "cute" haircut of the "bowl" variety. As in, my 3-year-old cousin wears the same style. I need... gel, or something to muss it up or otherwise make me look older than 10 (I would use scissors, but that just sounds like a bad idea).
The lack of sunlight is bothering me this year more than I've remembered it doing in the past. I've always gotten peeved at a lack of long days, but now I actually grimace when I look out the windows at 5pm. Is this why people go to grad school in California? Anyways, darkness signals my brain to stop studying and start lazing around with books, which is bad during the end of term crunch. I have projects to finish, darn it. I want my sun.
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Hey, it isn't really any better out here.
I suppose it'd help somewhat if I regularly left work before 6:45, though.
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