January 07, 2004 :: 11:18 p.m.
just call me Carrot Topette
After 5 days away from my dearest online diary, I return with much to say.
I have a new bed. A big, full-sized bed that's actually off the ground and everything. It's amazing. I haven't had a proper bed since I was around 14 or 15, you see, and Mason broke the frame of my daybed by jumping on it. It's just been me and a matress for the last 5 years, so I'm excited to sleep on a Real Bed. I went out and bought new jersey sheets (red, of course) and reeeeeally nice pillows, so tonight should be a fairly good one. Barring nightmares and stuff, of course. The pillows are just... ah. New pillows are the best.
Not as nice as sleeping with Adam, of course, but since that's not an option anymore (*cue pouting*) I suppose I'll just have to settle for my new pillows and enjoy.
My hair is not a disturbingly bright shade of orange. I broke the ban on hair-dying by turning myself into Carrot Top's long-lost sister. It's terrible. It wasn't supposed to be this color, of course. It's never supposed to be this color. I picked out a very nice shade - Herbal Essences #48.5 (heh), Spicy Ginger. Deeply Intense Copper, is what the box said. Dark brown with an auburn tint. What it was most certainly NOT, I am quite sure, was FUCKING ORANGE. But not my hair is! Ha ha ha, isn't that just hilarious. I was not pleased. I am still not pleased, but I'm getting used to it. I've had it this color before, a few times by accident, a few times on purpose. It'll look better after it gets cut on Monday, I hope, but damn... orange. My hair has always had a tendency to skew toward the reds, maybe because there's a bit of red in it naturally, but this is just ridiculous. I could get some big shoes and start doing kids' parties.
My resolve to save my pennies up to buy a Canon Powershot G2 was shot down and defeated, unfortunately. I am too easily swayed by the prospect of instant gratification, which why I will never be financially stable. Instead of saving for a digital camera, I bought 6 DVDs, an umbrella, 6 pairs of very fun underwear, several two dinners out, a bunch of groceries, a set of sheets, 2 pillows, some gas, and Adam's birthday present. I still have some money left, of course, but not a whole lot. Less than I'd have liked. And not nearly enough, considering that I'm going down to Baltimore with Adam on Saturday to go to Ikea and a Sanrio store. Eek. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about that.
My diet has been fairly shot to hell for the last few days. Every morning I start over, but it never sticks. And it's stupid, because it just makes me angry with myself. I want to do this. I like how I feel about myself when I'm successful. And I have been - I've lost 20 pounds. But lately I've been on this slippery slope of badness, where I eat one potato chip and then all hell breaks loose. I'm an all-or-nothing person, apparently. There is no mild naughtiness. I'm either saintly or I'm gorging myself on Ruffles and Hershey kisses until I want to puke. Which, while annoying, does back up my decision to not partake of the alcohol at all. I would be an extremely unpleasant alcoholic.
Bah. Anyway, gang, it's nearly 1 a.m. now (what can I say? I got distracted... ), and I'm a little sleepy. So I think I'm going to go read some Stupid White Men and test my new bed for comfy goodness. Au revoir.
(P.S. - Please excuse any spelling mistakes. MS Word is being an ass-hat, so I can't spell-check this entry. Boo.)
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