Tinkerbell got Lung Cancer

Well, seeing as just deciding to eat less didn't really help, I have written out a whole plan, including questions to answer at the end of the day. Maybe if I have to write everything down I'll be less likely to gorge myself. I don't know. God, I am so sore from the gym last night! Holy crap! Dude, my mom woke me up today at 7.21...one minute after Dani and I were supposed to leave! I was like, oh, shit! Good thing I (a) had my clothes all out, (b) took a shower last night, and (c) was planning on wearing my hair in a ponytail anyways. I don't know why I didn't wake up....usually even if my eyepod doesn't wake me up I'm up by 7 anyway...I didn't even stay up that late last night. Maybe 'cause I was too lazy to open the blinds (not forgetting that again!), and my door was more closed than usual ('cause people were being really loud downstairs), so there wasn't much light being let in. So I didn't end up making my bed (for once), and had to put my belt on at the bus stop and tie my shoes on the bus. It was retarded. I am so glad that Mom sent my alarm clocks in the first box (I think)....I hope it gets here soon!

In other news, I'm madly in love (not in that way....gross) with the lady who works at the bar where I get my morning coffee. At first I was sad, because the boy wasn't there. But then I started talking to the lady, and OMG, she was so nice! She asked me if I was from London (people keep thinking I'm English...I wonder if it's 'cause I seem English [which would be AWESOME] or 'cause they don't expect Americans to be here), and I was like, " No, California." We chatted a little, and when I left I said "Ciao!" and she was all "Bye bye, honey!" It pretty much made my day. Maybe I could move in with her...We'd wear our sunglasses inside and she'd cook me delicious pasta, but only a little so I wouldn't get fat. I'd go out dancing with the Boy and learn to make a perfect coffee. Fer sure.

I went to the Tabbachi after caffining up, but they didn't have Lucky Strikes (indeed, seemed to have never even heard of them), so I'll have to go this afternoon. They did, however, have Vogue brand. The idea of smoking Vogue brand cigarettes is so incredibly decadent it makes me want to glue rhinestones on my fingernails and eyelids and bleach my hair a platinum blonde. Put on a lace dress and high heels and play Ladytron and Madonna. The smoke will turn to glitter in my lungs and I'll exhale a cloud of sparkle. Nicotine and fairy dust are all it takes to fly.

I keep yoyoing between wanting to go blonde and wanting to stay black haired. I really don't know. When I ask people here they're all "you should have brown hair" 'cause it's my natural colour and all that. And Alex just tells me that blonde will really damage my hair, which I know. If I I were to go blonde, I think I'd do DKNY first, then go platinum Manko-style if that gets boring. A lot of the time I really want to do it, but then I remember how much I love having black hair, and don't want to change it. However, I think I'll always adore capelli neri, it will always be my favourite, but having different colour hair is fun, too. I reckon I'll ask the U.S. contingent what they think. I'll fer sure keep my hair black for Biancanieve awesomeness, but after than, I may very well go blonde. By they I'll have about a foot of roots, so I'll have to do something.

I have been reading Violet & Claire a lot lately, working on my screenplay. I guess it is a testament to its power and beauty that it still almost makes me cry, but I have to stop the tears that gather behind my eyelids because I'm in biology class.

On a cellular level,
Bee Electric