Yvi

I'm trying to study for the GREs and not doing very well. Granted, I'm not feeling as lousy as I was these past couple days, but I'm still ridiculously tired in spite of having napped most of the day, and I keep procrastinating by doing stupid things like drawing whales in the margins of my notebook.

Yeah, I don't even know. Algebra and I have never gotten along.

Maybe I'll procrastinate a little more and dye my hair. Or cut it. Or both. I learned a new word the other day: autotonsorialist. Which is a person who cuts his or her own hair. So...by messing around with my hair, I'm technically studying for the verbal secion of the test.

Anyway, a few weeks ago, I gave myself some short blunt bangs and consequently a Christopher-Robin-joins-the-Mod-Squad look, but it's grown out enough for me to be bored with it. And there's a box of red dye by the sink and I haven't been a redhead in over a year and algebra is stamping its feet and yowling about how I never put any effort into our relationship, so maybe we should take a break and try again later. That's the plan.

Ha. I have ordered pizza and resurrected my ability to sing the quadratic formula to the tune of "Pop Goes the Weasel." All is not lost.