Why in the world do I keep getting sick? Geez louise. I almost threw up at work yesterday (TMI, sorry) and I left early and went home and collapsed on the couch and took a nap, then watched a little bit of Oliver Twist ("Please, sir, I want some more...") and then I went to bed. I think I was a little delirious while watching Master Twist because I found Elijah Wood (who plays Oliver's mentor, Dodger) slightly attractive. Something is very wrong with that picture.
Slight change of subject now: I've talked to quite a few girls lately who are both married and single and who want to cut their hair, but their husbands, boyfriends, and in some cases, fathers, won't let them or don't want them to. What is it with guys and long hair? They don't have to deal with the ridiculous time we put into washing, drying and curling, or whatever we do with our hair. If it weren't for my dad (the man in my life right now) and my sister (bff who I'll see in Russia in a week), I would probably chop my hair. Here's to pony tails and braids and keeping your hair out of your face.