Forgot to upload this pic of me looking totally smokin’ when I was getting ready for my audition the other night. With that goofy grin and holy boobs dress. I’m supposed to hear back for callbacks this weekend, so I hope it went well!

But seriously, this was holy boobs to the extreme.

I was only thinking about going outside, and my hair started to poof out. Goddammit.

My hair is only not approaching afro-sized because I’m inside. But I’m fairly confident that, the second I walk out this door, it will begin to inflate.

Went to the aquarium today! The boyfriend bought me this cute little penguin. I’ve been trying to make my eyes that big all day. I don’t think it’s working.

I hate that my family gets to hang out all the time and not include me. I mean, sure, I did move an hour away from everyone because the annoy the fuck out of me, but I’d still like to be  invited at least.

So, this picture goes up on Facebook today.

And it’s titled “Sisterly Love <3”

To which I promptly respond that I was not invited. And that I was going to  photoshop myself in. And then I followed through with my threat.

Yep. That’s on the internet, and I can’t take it back.

Hey, you didn’t eat a proper dinner!

Chris will be over in about an hour!

You haven’t done laundry in three days!

Don’t care. Sleepy. Sleepy trumps… everything on this list.

Is there a 12-step program for hanging out in Starbucks for hours on end and eating bagels? Because I need one, like, stat.

New glasses!

Ones that fold completely! And that don’t have tape on them in two places!

Sometimes, they slide down my nose a bit if I’m looking down for too long, but for the most part, I have no qualms with them. 

Right now, I’m watching Chris play a game called Conker’s Bad Fur Day, about a belligerent squirrel who has adventures. It’s been quite an excellent day.

But new glasses! Hurray!

You can’t tell from this picture, but I am actually doing the following three things:

1. Watching Once Upon A Time.

2. Washing laundry, waiting for the dryer to go off.

3. Not wearing pants.

Hello, and welcome back to the internet, self!

The internet’s been down at my house for the past few days, which is okay, because I’ve been pretty sick all weekend. But this isn’t about that.

This is about me, and my predilection for dropping my personal belongings. 

I actually had to stop typing this, because I dropped my cup of delicious peppermint mocha on my laptop, and had to clean up the few drops that spilled. Everything’s okay. I hope.

Anyway, I dropped my new phone, as you can see in the picture. I’ve had this phone about two weeks, and it slipped out of my pocket on the bus when the driver stopped short, and cracked all spectacularly. I plan on going down to Sprint to fix it next week on my day off, but still. Like, I really need to stop dropping shit. 

You’d like I wouldn’t do that often, given how low I am to the ground and everything, but it happens with alarming frequency. And now my screen is cracked and it makes me sad.

EDIT: I like how you can look at the phone, and see the reflection of my pouty face from my laptop on my phone! It’s a two-for-one pouty face pic!

I’m having a particularly… interesting hair day today.

All I want is for it to grow out long again, like it was last summer, so I can play with it.

It’s freezing outside. It’s been freezing all day. I’ve been freezing all day. I’m bundled up in blankets, and just finished watching a movie while being bundled (it was 50/50, which I’ve already seen and is fantastic).

But I saw this yesterday in the store, and I just had to have it. I had to. I HAD TO. 

Hello, internet! I have returned! 

From Mohegan Sun, where I was for the past two days. I got to go with my friend Brittany, whom I haven’t seen in about two years due to her living in Germany and going to school and working at an opera theater and shit like that.

We didn’t realize we were going on Mardi Gras, though. So, every time we walked by the parade people throwing beads on our quest for not losing money and free booze (we only succeeded on the second count), we snagged some beads.

Now I’m just sipping some hot chocolate out of a TARDIS, making food for myself, and downloading that one Selena Gomez song that they played every three songs in the casino and now can’t get it out of my head.

Back at home for the night. I have to be in Norton early tomorrow morning, and my dad agreed to give me a ride, so I’m spending the night in East Taunton, watching my brother play video games and working on my novel(s) when everyone gets annoying.

And creeping on my brother with my webcam.

Yay eating leftover birthday cake!

Only, it’s not leftover, because we forgot we had it and didn’t actually eat any last night.

Not to mention, it’s an Oreo ice cream cake.

Dude, I never want to work a Sunday ever again.