I finished A Million Little Pieces. I'm not sure how I feel about it; I think I didn't like it.

Today was not the best day to go walking around Chicago, especially when one has a cold. Any day this week would have been much more desirable. I'm stupid.

There are many things I like about this picture:

I like my vapid, empty stare into nowhere. I like how it says I haven't a thought in my head. That's funny. But on a more serious level, I like how my skin is clear! And my lips are red! And my hair is behaving in a way that could be described as "normal" and even "desirable"! For those reasons, this is the best picture that I've ever been in.

Today I woke up with a bad cold. My voice is coming and going.

I went to this one place to observe a class. I want to get an internship there with a French-as-a-second-language day camp. I had to sit in on a Spanish class, because French classes only happen on Monday and Saturday. I wish they had told me that when I made the appointment, because I know like 4 words of Spanish. It kind of sucked, and I don't think I have the job because they told me earlier that they really wanted a Spanish-speaker.

I started shredding the mountain of papers that my dad had in the basement. He said he'd pay me--that's the only reason I'm spending my time. The fact that I started shredding and have not yet stopped is an indication of just how many papers he has.

My almost-black hair is starting to grow on me. Pun intended. Pun definitely intended.

Before:


During:


After:


Note my garbage bag capelet. That is an innovation, the latest in no-hair-dye-on-the-shoulders technology.

The color change is a lot more noticeable in real life.

ETA: I haven't decided yet if I like this. I kind of miss my oddly-naturally-red hair. Dammit. I'll just wait for this to fade.

Today I went to the doctor, went to Ulta and bought some makeup, bowled with my dad (he got a 189!), and ate ice cream with my dad. The pharmacist gave me the generic brand when my doctor specifically said not to substitute, so I had to go sort that whole thing out.

I can't decide if I want to blog about what the doctor said.

I'm watching the Twilight Zone right now. The episode is titled "The Fugitive", and here is a [paraphrased] bit of dialogue that I really liked:

Little girl: Why are those men looking for you? Are you a criminal?
Old man: In a way.
Girl: Did you rob a bank?
Man: No.
Girl: Did you kill someone?
Man: No.
Girl: Then you must be a Communist.

Tom lent me A Million Little Pieces last night and I'm halfway through it. I can't decide if I like it.

I'm full of indecision tonight.

My dad said if I ever play a recital of Handel music, I should call it "Handel with Ker".