Bewitched

If a day were a movie, mine would be uh uhh-- really long and boring and excrutiating to sit through.  Ooh! How about Bewitched. I hated that movie.

I tried to eat because I was bored, but then I just felt guilty, and the sandwich wasn't very good.
Me and a guy in my english class (I still don't know his name but its too late to ask), played a game scoffing at the number of times the hairy-faced man a row up would smooth the tips of his stache. We also had bets on how many times the girl in front of me would redo her bun. I've learned to hate the color of her hair. So bland. So boring. Always pulled back. She combs her long-nailed fingers through it, no doubt loosening strands to fall to the floor. A gust of wind and BAM I've got bland hair all up in my grill.

The day was saved with the weekly Dexter watching with friends, a superb bloody mary, and a proposition from a friend I could never refuse. I always like an excuse to dress up. <3 


(and maybe lose a few lbs)