bad haircuts teach humility. i feel like ten flavours of shit right about now. and no, not on waffle cones.

i have skipped yet another geography lab because, quite frankly, the thought of hauling my ass for an hour and a half on a stuffy bus to UBC irritates me. so i am left feeling a contradictory combination of relief and guilt. i’m not sure how this is supposed to work.

my mom has convinced herself that i am depressed, as she constantly checks on me when i am trying to sleep. she is actually urging me to get out of bed and out of the house more. “this isn’t like you,” said she. of course this isn’t like me. don’t i know it.

lately, i’ve had the motivation (or lack thereof) to just relax and not worry about school or my social life. however, this has resulted in the exact opposite, as i am now worrying about possibly failing geography and wondering when i’ll be bold enough to show my face because of these hideous things called newly-cut bangs.

oops, phone’s ringing. will not answer it in case it is parents. they think i’m at school right now. will spend day eating caramel chocolates and watching soap operas. how i love playing hooky.