Goodbye Fat Ass, Bald Head

So, I'm working my way to eating better and not pulling.
Today is Day 3 of No Pull Week for me.
Let's see if I can reign surpreme.
Booyah.
I also weigh like, 148 lbs, which is fine and dandy, but I want to lose 10 pounds.
This will be very hard, since I'm in a good place where I don't gain or lose weight.
Don't worry, I'm 5'7", so weighing 138lbs isn't unhealty, it's normal.

Tips? Tricks? Ugh.

It really seems to me this "disease" or whatever the fuck is a joke.
I mean, I can't stop, but at the same time, it feels like I make no effort.
Is my brain really that jumbled that I don't think about being bald? Not being able to get a haircut for years?
It's lame.
I'm in my 20's. This is about as hot as I'm ever going to get(not saying I'm super hot or whatever). Why ruin it with a lame haircut and low self-esteem?
Fuck it.
I need a change.
I've said that 1000 times before.
How do I get it?
Change is easy to talk about. Fucking hard to do.
Blah.

Blah

I'm doing okay.
There is this one spot on my head I keep going for.
Dammit.
I am wearing my hat when I study more frequently, so that definitely helps.
What doesn't help is that Geology is the most boring ass thing ever.
I can't keep my interest in it.
I started reading The Dark Tower series by Stephen King again.
I've read 1-4, but I've owned the 5th book (wolves of calla) forever and never read it.
That shit ends right now.
I love those books.
I almost bitch slapped my crazy Christian friend for saying some dumb shit about how Stephen King has assistants to write his books.
This coming from the guy who thinks the world is only 6000 years old.
Dumbass.

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.