I just finished drying my hair, so it is now a black half-straight, half-fuzzy cotton ball sitting on my head. But it's comfy. I have the strange desire to leave it like this for some reason...but something tells me if a friend comes over and I answer the door looking like Diana Ross, I will permanently scar said friend.

...I am letting you know in advance. I'm going to go down my Facebook list and poke every last one of my friends (except those few strange people that I don't really know and I wonder now why I even added them...). For no good reason. No matter how long it takes.

...I really need to upload those pictures.

...And talk about Kyoto.

....Buuut I better not until the weekend. I should be studying right now, after all.

...I will put it on my planner so that I'm serious about this this time.

...Really.