last dayz.

I am officially, shamelessly, unequivocally obsessed with my hair.

I cut my bangs last night so that I can wear them straight down or to the side. And it's gotten so long that nobody believes it's my real hair, not even my mom. I just wanna stare at it.

Honestly--and despite this post--I'm not real into vanity and appearances; I mean, I like dressing up as much as the next broad, but I've been known to leave the house sans makeup, covered in dirt. And my regular wardrobe is definitely t-shirt and jeans type shit. In fact, I will brag to you about the once-$68 top that I just got for $30 and that I buy my Levi's at Wal-Mart.

Anyway, I've been trying to grow my hair out since I straight up sheared it in 7th grade (I'll see if I can find a picture); it'd grow a little, and then I'd cut it off again. It's also been dyed every color under the sun. Even blue. Woof. This is the longest it's ever been in my entire life, natural color, and I'm super excited about it. I'm even kind of into more grey growing in lately--thanks, Gramma Dottie! Luh yoouu.

Last two nights have been so good, in spite of an early morning tire change, over $400 in auto maintenance, and teaching on two-and-a-half hours sleep today. Holy Taco with BT Sunday night. Watched my friends lose it for Death Before Dishonor and Death Threat last night. Funnn.

CRCT starts tomorrow. Weird, shortened schedule.

Was. Won't. 'Cause you're doing a bang-up job of sabotaging that relationship all by your lonesome. It'll implode and I'll have my summer(s) back soon enough--with little-to-no effort on my part, too! Thank you in advance.

Staff meeting and then the longest, most spectacular sleep in the history of slumber.

happiness is solitude.

I feel like I've had a headache for weeks.

Today was total shit besides hanging out with my mom. And two (really good) phone calls. And drawing.

I can never see what I draw. There's some kind of misfire in the nerves between my eyeballs and my brain and the image just doesn't register after a while.

Either way, I have a love/hate relationship with all my artwork. More often than not, I end up hating everything I make.

Also, could somebody please tell me when a woman grows out of her attraction to fuck-ups/charity cases/sad little boys. Because it ain't happened yet. And I am presently infatuated. Fuuck.

Why is Rihanna the hottest bitch in existence?

Game or bed. I don't know. Back to school Monday.

headache.

I'm in a bad mood. And bored (clearly, or I wouldn't be posting twice in one day).

I just remembered that I had nightmares last night that I couldn't wake up from. I was consciously telling myself I was dreaming and trying to yell. Haha. I wonder if I actually did?

I can't believe there are only six weeks of school left. Last school day is 21 May; Postplanning--which I believe have been deemed furlough days--is 24 and 25 May. Apparently, any employee that is being RIFed will receive notice via post by the last week in April. Sooo, I'll be emotionally unavailable until then. Sorry.

Dad starts work with TVA Monday morning and the house is officially on the market as of 7:30 this evening. Weird. I imagine I'll be in Chattanooga some this month.

top of the third inning.

I just took part in the following conversation with a gentleman that I am particularly fond of but have a really hard time getting in touch with. See if you can figure out why he's so difficult to get ahold of:

ME: Did you call me last night?

HIM: [Who] is this?

ME: ?

HIM: . . . Kelly?

ME: I had a missed call from you at like, 1:30 last night.

HIM: My insane roomate ex took my phone from me last nite i'm not sure who this is? I dont have a name saved to this #. [sic]

ME: Whaaat? I'm confused. Can you call me?

HIM: Yeah i get off at 6. Can u say who u r tho? [sic]

ME: This is Kelly.

HIM: Ok i thot so. She was giving me shit about u did she talk to u las nite? [sic]

ME: I guess? I don't know. I got a text from you--or who I thought was you--sometime last night and talked for a little while. Nothing much. Although 'you' told me that you're back together with *******. Then I woke up and had a missed call. Now I don't know who I'm talking to or who I talked to last night.

HIM: Its me she steals my phone and talks to people as me trying to stir up shit or [see] if im lying/cheating on her. But shes gone too far lately im sure im moving out this weekend. [sic]

ME: Good God. Seriously? Did you even get the text I sent you while I was in Charleston this week? Or did she intercept that one too?

HIM: Nope in fact after that fight we had months ago about us hanging out she deleted u [from] my phone so i havent had ur number.

Are you fucking kidding me? It's ironic that the opportunity to expound upon my distaste for miserable fucking girls--who manipulate their boyfriends in some backwards attempt to make themselves feel better/make everyone around them as unhappy as they--has presented itself, because I've been thinking about it a lot lately. "Abusively clingy," is what Klint calls it. Goddamnit.

The combination of compulsion and desperation and insecurity is . . . disgusting. Don't get me wrong, I've been there before. But only for one boy. And never again.

And for the record, I have never assumed anyone's identity to dig up imaginary scandal or deleted anyone's phone numbers, emails, facebook or MySpace friends. Thanks.

Game's on.

Eatin' grapes and strawberries and nori all day today.

Ha.

Wow. That wasn't completely transparent. Haha. You can leave my identity alone now, thanks.

Slept in, cleaned, watched the game, and drew pictures today. It was pretty alright. Still working on the girlskull thing. Adding details slowly-but-surely (my favorite part). Trying to incorporate ribbon and a scythe maybe? I'm super excited to paint it, whenever I get around to that. It'll be the biggest watercolor I've done yet. If I can find a nice oval frame, I will be ecsatic.

Want to make a shadowbox with the shells I got this weekend.

Detoxing/fasting for the next four days. I've been eating--and feeling--like horse shit lately. I hate it.

Bed shortly.

i'm so excited!!!!

First of all, if I could stop hyperventilating from laughing so hard at this fantastic little shit, maybe I could write a real post:

She's set the bar--pretty high, I might add. I now have a goal for my prospective offspring: quite simply, to be the funniest kid(s) in the Universe.

Braves game tonight was so good--the show and the company. The seats weren't too bad neither; Terrace Level, 4th row, between first and home.

Photo doesn't do the tickets justice.

Anyhow. It was the poifect way to come home. And South Carolina was hard to top:

• delicious food, including but not limited to fried green tomatoes, wild mushroom agnolotti with walnuts and truffle oil, and the best spinach and artichoke soup I've ever tasted in my life;
  

• a pretty impressive collection of shells (see below);
  

• kite-flying personal best;
  

• ghost tour with Marc Redd's doppelgänger;
  

• began reading what has the potential to be a favorite book;
  

• four days off life;
  

• and, of course, time with my family.

I may add more to the list when I'm not up at 1:00 and delusional.

Sleeeeep now.

deadringer.

One of the oldest cities in the U.S. with nearly all of its original buildings still intact. Where Edgar Allen Poe wrote his first published works. On the coast.

My second time here. I'll be back again soon.

Finishing Devil In the White City and started Drood. I really, really like Drood so far.

Back to the beach!