Yesterday kicked ass. Hell, it made me want to wake up this morning and write about it.

Not by itself. Yesterday combined with free time this morning on my weekend OFF, no less...and thinking about this Christmas, along with contemplating....well-being today.

I'm getting a haircut later today. In about two hours I'll be sitting in the swivel chair of my mother's old friend who is SUCH a trendy cool hairstylist...like seriously...this woman makes her own clothes, she teaches styling classes at night schools and at Vancouver community College..And I will be getting a hair cut from her because I trust her with my hair.

Izzy trusts her with her hair. Her bleached, stripped, coloured hair, no less.

I came online with intentions to just check mail. Mind you, there is NO time to do such things during the week. I need sleep.

I could never stop writing. Publishing my writing, yeah. That's easy. But for as long as I can remember...I've always written.

I remember writing on my bedroom wall with a black crayon.. obviously it would be seen, you couldn't miss it. I covered it with a clothes basket...but I swear, if you went back to the old house, you would find my marks.

I'm thinking about doing like Kevin and publishing old old entries.

I came online wanting to check email, and instead I looked at my journal. I stumbled into my guestbook...yet it didn't change my life. *w* I'm just writing another entry.

:)

Chronicling your own life is a reflection of your soul. But a chronicled index of reactions to your soul? That's impressive.

I do want to move this site. probably in a couple weeks when I have more time to do so, I have both my practical and written exams in about two weeks, which is mondo scary..back to back testing?? Come on.

And then we're done.

I think I was the only person who got paid to make cut out puppets of Charlies' Angels, Russell Crowe (with action slapping hand!!), Dr. Spock and No. 3 of Vancouver Grizzlies. We had a grand, short lived play in the Cable Center yesterday morn, then the puppets were retired to a collage on the back whiteboard.

School went SO smoothly...none of the people with attitudes were there....American Thanksgiving, I guess...there would have been just three people in the kitchen if not for two students from the morning class working with us.

And yet it went AWESOME. We kicked friggin' ass. It was like, BRING IT ON BABY!!!!!.....afterwards we went to Playdium to kick each other's ass bigtime. Just because.

Well....was supposed to be "we": Rave Kid, Poser, Cripple and the Elder. Weird names, but if you knew my classmates you would know like *that* who I was talking about. It ended up dropping a couple people and in the end, the Cripple took me home.

It's good to have stable people in your life...other people may be a lot of fun, but he's pretty cool..and he has a girlfriend who he plans to marry, but he's really intellectual and is a man's man.

I kicked his ass bigtime.

Usually social events like all of yesterday would leave me glum and drifty...but today I'm in one piece.