grapefruit tea

Apropos nothing, have a picture of baby!me looking like a happy walrus.

I was an adorable baby once I actually had hair.

(I was a preemie so I didn’t have hair until I was eight or nine months old. Trust me when I say that I did not pull off the bald look very well.)

I’m back at the Mawr and I’m glad to be back at school. I’m not happy about how much work I have I do since it’s three weeks ’til the end of the semester.

I have a new found appreciation for my Redken shampoo and conditioner. I left them at school. Because of that, my hair looked like it was possessed when I used my sister’s hair stuff at home. :| I swear, if I could pull off short hair (which I can’t! traumatic childhood memories + obligatory non-negotiable Asian haircut throughout elementary school) I would chop my hair off. But I am ~vain~ and do not feel like putting myself through emotional distress so that’s not going to happen. :P

And now, I need to sleep. Ohmygod, sotired. I think I’m going to fall into bed. My deliciously warm, comfortable bed. My mom got me a memory-foam pillow because she could not resist a sale. I call it my new ‘hump(back)’ pillow because it looks like it has a hump¹. :P

I may end up naming it Igor (a la Frankenstein) or Quasimodo (The Hunchback of Notre-Dame). Just for laughs.

1. Yes, I added the ‘back’ simply because I knew how horribly the sentence could, and still can be, misconstrued. I possess the mind and sense of humor of a twelve year old boy. [↩]

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Sophomore Year by Stacy