I actually cut it myself, which turned out far better than I had expected. Kim-Mei (my roommate/friend) evened up the back for me, as I did for her (she cut her hair right before I did). I'm pretty happy with it. Yey.

I can't believe how much I actually missed driving. I guess after two months on the CTA, it's just nice to be in control again.

Real update later, kiddies.

Logan left. The weekend was awesome. I leave tonight--I have a 9:00 flight out of O'Hare. Everyone says that getting there is going to be a real bitch. I, however, choose to look on the bright side: I'm taking the blue line halfway to BFE, so I might as well take a break and stop in Wicker Park.

Always the optimist, I am.

I'm so funny.

Logan rode 13 hours on an Amtrack train just to visit me.

Everyone: Awe.

We're hanging out in my room right now. We're about to watch Clone High.

We rock.



P.S. I was intoxicated one night, and I paid for LiveJournal. So check out my new userpics and icons and stuff, and also come laugh at me.

Really does look cool, though.

Good night.

When I imagined myself in college, it was not like this.

It's ok, though. Not bad--just different.

Wells, wells, wells. Kelley Cusick is alive and residing in Chicago.

It's a pretty snazzy place here, I believe. The idea that I can see Golden Shoulders in concert this Friday is definitely a perk.

Maybe I'll bring this thing back, for a laugh. The old days were nice.

I'm alive. I've been avoiding LJ for a while because it just seemed so daunting to try to wade through the flist and get back up to speed. So, I didn't. I checked a few individual journals, decided nothing big had happened, and chose to remain blissfully ignorant of the rest.

This used ot be so important to me. I'd update it every day. I update it now almost because I feel I should, that it's my duty. It worries me. I started this to keep in touch with my out-of-town friends, and it comforted me when I thought of leaving for college. So if I've "grown out of" detailing my life here, then what keeps me connected to the people I leave? Of course there will still be contact, but I refer to the day to day. The things that happen to you every single day--individually, they're not enough to mention with a phone call, but they stack up until your friends have no idea what's happening in your life. It happened with Leah; it happened with Heather. I don't want it to happen with everyone else.

OMGWTF I HAVE AN iPOD. God bless Mommy, God bless Daddy. God bless Steve.


The whole "Four hours of charging before you can use it" thing is seriously going to destroy me. Arn.


(PS--Just so you know, I don't randomly get $300 gifts from my parents for absolutely no reason; it was a rather belated graduation gifty. Yum.)

Heather's farm was teh rawk. It was all calm and gorgeous and green and woo. The King's Island trip, though, was TEH R0XX0RZ, lol omfg, and it pretty much was crazy insane awesome fantastic wild super-greatness. Damns, it was good.


And I? Have been basically skullfucked by the Son of Beast. Wowie.

Oooh, music.

New stuff from the Format here, here, and here.

Michelle, it is for you. <333.