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sidenote

A) I really do like my haircut but I might get the colored bit re-dyed when I get my hair cut again. Don’t want to make any split decisions but I’m feeling that.

B) This may turn into an album review blog for a little bit because I’ve been using spotify and made a playlist of most of Pitchfork’s Top 50 Albums of 2010 (late to the game, I know) so I might write little reviews about them if I feel so inclined. 

hem.

I got my hair done today (cut and partial foil business) and I am not sure how I like the color. I’m like about to cry over it too, which is silly as all hell. There’s just too much red in it and reddish (or magenta-ish) purples aren’t my favorite.

:(

I think I’m stressing too hard over not important things and that is why this is making me want to cry… which is better than simply wanting to cry over my hair color. 

Sometimes I can’t get over how much I love Lupe Fiasco’s music and message. He is fantastic.

I have been incredibly happy recently.

Just thrilled with life. Excited to be living on this Earth and doing the things I do. And this sounds so silly but I am just super content. I can’t explain it but I’m not complaining.

And here is a picture of me being super happy:

I am River Song, guys. Just letting you know.

9. Favorite meme at the moment

Probably my favorite internet meme, in general, now, when done well is the Joseph Ducreux paintings. They are so funny.

Culturally, at the moment, my favorite meme is what I guess everyone calls a hipster.

course of events just now

• suite-mate’s not significant other comes by (she met him on the orange line)
• we try to get emily’s (suite-mate) attention
• she doesn’t notice, reid (person who just entered our room) sits down
• we introduce him to the glory of whip my hair
• then we watch axis of awesome four chord songs
• i quiz him about what professors i want for my classes next semester
• he asks if emily is here (she’s walked by at this point i think) 
• we’re like yeah she’s in her room
• he’s just like let’s see if she notices that i’m here
• so we continue just browsing the internet and chatting
• at some point emily and her roommate come shouting out of the room
• reid decides it’s late and he wants to leave
• he leaves (without seeing emily or emily noticing that he was here)
• emily comes out of her room 5 minutes later pissed that we didn’t get her attention when he arrived
• she has come into the common room/kitchen to get something and then preceded to slam her door like 3 times now
• i am not entirely amused because sorry we didn’t get your attention, it’s not like your boy could have ventured to your room to say hello oh goodness

for the purposes of this post, ‘we’, represents my roommate and I, and our friends will and corinne.

Whenever I tell someone I like Fulham, they say something along the lines of “Oh, a lot of Americans there.”

And I just nod and am like “Yeah, well I like Clint Dempsey…”

I think instead I’m going to start saying, “Well yeah, there’s two but I really like Etuhu’s playing style.” (Okay so Brede Hangeland was born in the U.S. but he’s Norwegian and as such does not count)

Just to be obnoxious about it. Yeah I love Deuce and Eddie Johnson as Americans in the Premier league (in my mind I say premier like the British announcers do, it’s weird), but they aren’t the only people on the team. 

2. Tell us about your piercings or tattoos, if you have any

My ears are pierced. That’s it.

As for tattoos, I want wings on my ankles and probably a print of some sort around my wrist. Those will wait until I have a secure job where I can have tattoos.

1. your middle name, and how you feel about it

Jean

I don’t mind it, at this point. I used to not love it, a bit like my hair I guess, but Sarah Jean rolls off the tongue nicely I think, so I like it.

TMI TUESDAY! My ask box is officially open to:

• invasive questions
• personal questions
• random questions
• sexual questions
• awkward questions
• odd questions
• creepy questions

(Source: californiadreams, via mourinhospenis)

oh dear lord

Cara (one of my suitemates) and I are working on homework at our table in our common room and we are pretty sure our other suitemate may be having a psychotic break (okay not that bad but still) over not being able to write her paper. We live in terrifying times.

I don’t like how people make this distinction between ‘trying to be an asshole’ and ‘being an asshole.’

These are essentially the same thing in my mind. I wouldn’t know the difference, presumably, if I met two people and one was trying to be awful and the other just was.