i've felt like posting a few times this week, yet i was stopped by forces: evil forces: like bon jovi, or death [is it really evil though?], or tests. they've all made this week unbalanced. really, so many wonderful things: I witnessed a live performance of a seagull imitation yesterday, the 3 cpt members were released, I got to dance a lot, it's finally warm outside. yet there's the funeral, the distressed mother at the drug seminar urging the speaker for answers on how to help her son. Has is been a good week or a bad week? Or simply a week.

some days I wish my hair was still like so:

does my tongue not look really muscular?

yet there are ups having [semi] regular hair. it doesn't turn nasty orange and no one calls me carrots.