Hello snappy doodles. This was an action packed weekend. Let me recap.

Friday I was off work, so I spent the day renewing my passport, dropping off school stuff, and lunching it up at Subway. Nate and I went to see the Suicide Machines later that night and it was fun.

Saturday, I got a hair cut. I got a lot cut off, so no more medium length hair for me. So annoying. It isn't short like it used to be, but it is definitely short. Long hair is for boneheads. I feel liberated and not annoyed like I have been everyday for the last few months with my hair. After that, I got a new tattoo. Woo-ee. I got this on my upper back.

I wasn't excited about the pain, because my last tattoo hurt like a bitch. But this one turned out to not hurt as much and it only lasted 15 minutes and then it was done. Sweet! Tattoos for everyone. I'll post a real picture of it after it is healed. Now Nate and I are tied with 3 each for tattoos. I think he should get this next:

I spent the rest of Saturday doing homework and laying about. Today we went up to my mom's shack and took the little doggie for a walk. It was way hot out, so the walk didn't last very long. Now, here I am again back at Chateau Awesome where I am taking a break from some more homework to write this little ditty. I want to go to the grocery store so I can buy stuff to make pasta salad. I have to go wheel Nate out the door on his computer chair and into the car. Maybe he won't notice. Oh yeah, something funny happened today, sort of. I knew that I would never be able to style my hair like the hair girl did it yesterday because I am completely incompetent in that department. Yeah, it's way easy for her to make it look cool because she can stand behind me with two hands and see what she is doing. Meanwhile, I am trying to imitate what she did and I just get all tangled up in the hair dryer and knock stuff over. I hate that they make it look so easy. Anyways, after getting pissed and effectively making it look like I had a major mullet, I yelled for Nate to come in and cut some of my hair. He did so, unwillingly, but he did a nice job. I have this huge pet peeve of having straight short hair on my neck when my hair is short. It has to be cut really short for me to be happy. I remember one time in like 11th grade, I had a friend trim off this annoying part of my hair in a parking lot before going into the mall because I was so annoyed with it. Anyways, back to the story. So Nate was snipping away and we hear a knock at the door. Someone is coming to see the apartment. Uh ok. I stood there not knowing what to do and Nate went out to greet them. He then grabbed the broom to sweep the bathroom floor up from my hair and the guy showing the apartment was like, oh no you don't have to do that. Nate pointed out that he had been cutting my hair. The woman being shown the apartment said, "He was CUTTING your HAIR?" dumbfoundedly. I guess she didn't see Nate as the stylist type. Heheh. Ok, so I guess it wasn't that funny, but it was kind of amusing to me. That's what the bastards get for not calling before they come over!