This whole housing thing shouldn't be that difficult of a decision, but for some reason this is painfully hard. And I'm just about out of time to tell Alex and Josh I may be moving in with them. On the other hand, Josh has become such a flaming asshole lately the thought of moving in with him is just as scary as getting stuck with a piggish roommate. I don't know what it is, but it's like he's going through PMS or something. His friend Krissa is staying with them for the week (another impressive delight from PA) and since her arrival he's been drinking a lot (nothing new when a friend from home is in town), smoking, and worst of all, become a self-riteous bastard. "I do everything and I'm amazing!" Gag me. On the bright side... I finally have some plans for spring break. Crystal and I are driving up to Flagstaff Friday afternoon and coming back on Tuesday. Aside from visiting, we're going to go on photoquests to get some landscapes--it just so happened that I'm trying to build up a landscape portfolio and she has a landscape assignment in her photo class. So I'm doing what I wanted to do, and I'll get to spend time with my Kristofer. : ) And the entry title, you ask? Sometimes I have really good hair days. I find this new way to style my hair and it looks fabulous. But then after a times of doing it that way my hair revolts and goes back to its regular flat, static, wavy stupidness. So tonight I parted it on the other side and it's looking good again...for a couple of days. Totally not important, but sometimes how good a day goes is directly related to what kind of hair day it is. : P I was really tired before...don't know what happened. Got worked up, I guess. Anyway, I guess I should try to get to sleep. Carrie