Last night was awesome, and oh-so-inappropriate for the week of midterms. But whatever. It was essential for Sam's Reed experience, and we all needed to have a girl night. No boys allowed because they have cooties. (Although we made a couple exceptions, first for Mike who randomly stopped by and then for Josh who brought his ex-girlfriend). I saw "Saved" for the first time, watched embarrassing home videos, danced on the catwalk, and sang along to Cake. I won't deny that we had a pretty great time. One of the things that I love most about college is that all this is possible on a Monday night.
I've decided to dye my hair red again. It was dark red, I guess auburnish, for about three months sometime in middle school- and I've been looking for pictures, but I can't find ANY. That time is virtually erased from my life. My sister doesn't even believe that I ever dyed my hair red. Maybe it was just a dream. NO. I know it's real. And i'll prove it as soon as I dig through more photos. How could I not take any pictures of my dyed hair? It just seems so unlike me. Maybe I wasn't always this vain. Sad.
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