I woke up. Always better than not waking up, yeah?
Gym’d. I had better of gym’d, damn it, because I didn’t gym yesterday or the day before.
Got a haircut. I had grown it out long enough so that the shortest layer my friend gave me a long time ago (I’m a pretty huge pushover) was down to about my shoulders. I had my stylist chop everything off from there down, so now I’m walking around with a mid-length bob. I don’t want to have to post pictures of myself on the internet anymore, so just use your imagination.
Went to John’s house. The orange of his living room is burned into my mind. Also, bears.
Kung fu. Matt was really late to class. I was surprisingly beside myself during the period of time he wasn’t there. Sifu didn’t like my hair. Well, he didn’t come out and say it, but you could tell his heart sank when he saw it because he always got a kick out of yanking on my braid.
So there’s a tournament coming up in October that I’m required to participate in. Kind of freaking out.
