Derp Derp

I've been a bit dull the last few days. Studying, going on the Internet, trying to write blog posts then just not having anything to say. The other day I caught up with the two Michelles. They both, impressively, ate two Golden Gaytimes each. This is especially impressive in Big Michelle's case (don't let the name deceive you, she is unconscionably small in stature). I had passionfruit yoghurt instead like a derp. God, I regret that now.

My indecisiveness has taken another leap into my life. I fully intended to grow out my hair yesterday but now I'm rethinking it after perusing various fashion blogs with ladies with cute short hair. But I know that my hair does not look like that short so I have to stick by my guns and grow it out...

I wish it was winter already so I could sit around and read Flowers in the Attic and be all morbid and heinous. God, that book makes me feel disgusting. But it's so good. The second one, Petals in the Wind, makes me really despise Cathy and wish Chris would grow up and find another girl to love. But then he says stuff like, "You've got me pinned to the wall and labelled as yours until the day I die whether you like it or not. And if you go first I'll follow soon after. And I hope to God you're satisfied."

I suppose it could potentially be taken as creepy that I'm very much into blonde boys ever since reading Flowers in the Attic.

J