Keep On Truckin'

So, I'm not doing bad.
Pulling is down to a minimum.
I cut my hair and added some bangs.
It's a bitch and a hassle, but I like it.
It's hard to have bangs in my situation because I have some very thin spots.
But I can pull it off by doing the good ol' comb over.
Hey, it works for old men, why not me?
I had a super rad time on Friday.
Me and my friend planned a drunken bike excursion.
That it was.
I spilled two drinks. She kissed the bartender. We both got bombed. We did shots (I fucking HATE shots, but I was feeling no pain.) I puked behind a dumpster. I half-ran down this dumb ass drunk dude who wanted to jump in front of my bike. Idiot.
It was fun. I hardly ever drink.
When I do and if it's with her, I have so much fun.
I mean, I have fun w/out alcohol all the time, but it's fun to feel less restrained sometimes.
Plus, Tenacious D is really great to sing to when no one cares that your voice sounds like shit.

Gray Hairs????

I keep finding stray gray hairs on my head.
What the fuck?
I'm 24! This sucks.
Maybe since I've been pulling for so long, I reached the hair destined for my 60's.
(Of course I know this is scientifically retarded, it's a joke.)
I never ended up calling my friend's husband.
I figured, he's already made up his mind to stay with her, I'm not going to do anything but piss him off.
But I'm distancing myself from her. I have to. She drives me crazy and I'm so disappointed in her. Both of them really.
I've been doing pretty OK on pulling.
We had a b-day party for my dude on Saturday and tons of mofos showed up.
I gots blitzed and danced to some Rick James and B-52's.
It's the life.
My boyfriend turned 26 last Friday. I've known him since he was 18.
That's messed up. But in a good way.
This October will be our 8 year anniversary. Whoa.
On our 10 year anniversary, I want to go to Rome or some shit.
Something beautiful and not American.
No offense America, but you aren't the classiest bitch in the world.

Oh boy...

So, tonight I'm calling my friend's husband (who is also my friend and my boyfriend's brother) and I'm going to tell him he needs to stop acting like an idiot.
We'll see how that goes.
Here's the deal:
My friend of 12 years married my boyfriend's bro. They've been married 2 years. She cheated on him, then started dating someone else, then strung along her ex and made him think she was going to move in with him. All in the span of 2 months or so. She's fucking nuts. She's an idiot and I'm not afraid to tell her that.
Now, my boyfriend's bro is staying with her. He was supposed to move in with me and my guy, but he didn't. He's a big fat pussy. So I need to talk to him. Because this is ridiculous. How the hell is someone supposed to "change" (I don't think she ever will, honestly) if you don't at least give him space. You need to show someone you are upset that they fucked someone else! Give me a break.
I love my boyfriend of 7 years a whole bunch, but if he did this shit to me, he'd have 2 freshly broken guitars and no girlfriend. That's that.
How do you even know someone after something like this?
Ridiculous.
Anyways, I started my classical myth class.
I'm pulling not so much, but it's really seems like my hair is staying thin even though I'm taking it easy on Capt. Scalp. Fuck! What am I going to do?
I know I need to stop and I want to, but dammit, it's so hard.
I need to keep a bandaid on my finger. That will help.
I also need to utilize hats though personally, I hate those stupid ass things.
Wish me luck!

No more finals!

I'm all done with my finals.
I rocked.
I got an A in spanish and an A in Statistics.
I start Classical Mythology in a week. That should be interesting.
I have done pretty good with pulling.
Not great, but hey, that's the story of my life.
I did great at the beginning of the month, messed up a couple of days and I am now down to 2-5 a day. Whew.
I'm starting to notice my hair isn't growing back as fast as it used to.
That's really scary. I've heard of people whose hair NEVER grows back.
Fuck.
I try to freak myself out before I pull by repeating that in my head, but it never sticks.
I don't want to have thin patches for the rest of my life.
I want a real haircut.
I am so sick of wearing my hair in ponytails.
I need to stop.

Dammit.

So, it's finals time. Which means I get extra stressed.
Which means I pull out a lot of hair.
I'm not giving up though.
Nine days is a long time to be almost pull-free.
I slipped up today, but that's because it's unnaturally stressful for me right now.
Fuck finals.
I'm just going to take an extra anxiety pill and be calm.
Nine days. That's good.
If I keep not fucking up, by August, I should be able to get a haircut.
Here's hoping...

One Week Down!

So, it's been a week. I've had one or two slip ups, but pretty much, I'm kicking ass.
I can't really notice a difference, of course, but I will, in time.
I can't wait to get a haircut.
It's been 2 years.
On a side note, my cat is shitting everywhere and it's gross.
He has a bowel disease (something the humane society did NOT tell us about...assholes) and he "leaks" I guess. I don't know. I got him some pills and he'll get better, but man, it's gross.
This helps remind me how I never want kids.
Poop is gross.
I'm eating Baked Lays. Yum.

Three days!

Whew. I think the first week is the toughest when you are trying not to pull out your hair.
Yesterday, I took a half of a klonopin with my effexor and I didn't even bite my nails at all.
I may start doing that more often.
I'm going out tonight with my friend of 13 years, she's cool, but she's been in some crazy shit lately. She got married to my boyfriend's brother 2 years ago and a couple months ago, she cheated on him with her boss (who she doesn't find attractive and he's like, 40). Now, they are getting divorced (I hope, their relationshp isn't healthy, as you can see) and I feel like I'm torn.
My boyfriend's brother is my friend, but he's really reserved and shy, so it's hard for me to tell him I'm on his side and that I am here for him. It's really odd. I think my friend cheated on him because she wanted the relationship to end, but she had to do it the worst way possible. She's always been an huge advocate of no cheating and always would talk about how it's horrible and wrong. So she's a huge hypocrite. Which she knows because I told her. That's my role with her. I'm like sister-mom. I have to be hard on her because she can get pretty out there with how she rationalizes the crazy shit she does.
I love her though. A lot. We've grown apart these last few years, but when we are together, it seems like it doesn't matter.
Anyways, that's the drama. I hate drama. It's so dumb.
Fuck drama.