david cassidy

i spent tonight with matt and guthrie, who is currently in the process of changing his name to "g3." i'd missed them, and spent the entire night cracking up. there's something to be said about being around people who make you nothing but happy.

last night, after doing some reading for finals, i got up from my bed, put on some mocassins (i couldn't find my running shoes) and went for a two-mile run around the neighborhood in the middle of the night. it was really awesome. i didn't feel disgusting or exhausted or anything afterwards, and i was actually invigorated. i need to start doing that more often in westwood, even if it's only a mile. i forget how much i secretly love running until i do it again.

i do not want to do this, but i think i must: i need to get the crazy, growing-out layers of my hair fixed. i'm officially david cassidy right now, and i've decided that is not a good look for me. if i must sacrifice length for the sake of overall appearance, i will. case in point: