meh

hair experiment was about as successful as could be expected. I can straighten it in an hour (half the time compared to before the brazilian blowout), but it's by no means straight on its own. Less frizzy, sure. But still curly.
muthafuckah.

So, my adventure to Rome will be conducted with the same nest on my head as before, unless I can convince myself to take time out of exploring the wonders of the ancient world to confine myself in my convent room and put a hot iron to my scalp-protrusions.
Rude.

It's rainy and boring, and people are leaving for school before me, which makes me feel anxious about my own departure. I need to buy things. And make decisions.

Nay! I will take other route, and wait until the last minute and do nothing productive until the parentals are screaming at me about all of the tampons and toothpastes I need to purchase, and the giant suitcases that need to be excavated from the depths of the attic and filled with the clothing that is now displayed in writhing disorder on my floor and chair.

Instead of doing anything productive, I will create a new blog, one with a function (previously attempted, but my life had no function then- now I have a destination, something mildly intriguing). PapaDs and Nanas and cousins and neighbors and siblings and friends and parents will be sent a mass e-mail with the web address of said blog. Some of them will read for a few weeks, then realize that looking at someone else's adventures is a really boring and self-deprecating activity, and stop reading for self-preservation (understandable). Others will read when they have nothing better to do, and I will appreciate even that attention (as I will only be posting when I have nothing better to do). And, the last group will look at the e-mail, and delete it, either because:

• it was a mass e-mail
• they don't care about my adventures in europe
• blogs are annoying online diaries

back soon.