Today I woke up, showered, mowed the lawn, and did my laundry. I then lifted weights. I'm currently in the process of contemplating whether or not I should get my hair cut. Um, I shaved a couple of days ago. This is news because I shaved off my biannual beard. (A little known fact: I stop shaving over winter break and summer break.) It's thickening a bit, but it's still patchy. But yeah, I hate my facial hair. I can't grow it out because it looks horrible, but when I shave, I have a five o'clock shadow by 11am. I can't win.
Also, I've decided that I need to begin dating. Mainly so my father will shut up. ("How's ***?" "She's dating someone, dad." "That doesn't mean anything!" "She's been dating someone for FIVE YEARS and they're ENGAGED." "So?" "*slits wrists*") So. I am now accepting applications. The only criterion I have is that we must be friends first... which would include pretty much everyone reading this, minus the single-impaired folk. Which leaves, what, three people? I'm a good catch, honest! Reply here for more info! (I'm not coming off as too desperate, am I?)
... for the sarcasm-impaired, that last sentence was very tongue-in-cheek. The rest? Well, we'll see.