if anyone cares, here are some pics of my new haircut...

http://a372.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/95/l_2437de447bb04b8e5670f...

http://a832.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/112/l_46c570d1d44fb4a5c912...

http://a362.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/15/l_fc55b3c38077c9d927bf2...

in other news, i'm home now, but leaving tomorrow, which means i have some laundry to do...

i'm just so....lost, right now. i don't even know where i belong anymore. i feel out of place at home, out of place at school, the only place i feel like myself is when i'm with my friends. well, i guess that's to be expected though, considering i've uprooted myself...

i read O Pioneers! by Willa Cather last week, and there was something one of the characters said in there...i'm not going to put down the direct quote, cause that would take too damn long, but he was responding to another character wishing she had the same kind of freedom he did, and he talked about how the downside to being a wanderer was that no one missed you, the only people who mourned you were the landlord and the baker...and that just really stuck with me, how people wish for freedom, but don't seem to realize how lonely it really is to be a "rolling stone."

thought i'd just put that out there....