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Gone to the clinic.

The most exciting part of my day was when I woke up and walked straight to CVS in my pajamas to buy shampoo. I was tired of using my cheap, mismatched shampoo and conditioner combination and after weeks of being unsatisfied with it, I bought some. After deliberating--agonizing--for minutes in the aisle, I finally settled on some Herbal Essences Anti-Frizz shampoo and conditioner. And some sort of Herbal Essences hair styling gel.

Which was a magnificent failure.

The problem is, really, that I don't know anything about hair--or fashion, for that matter. Or, I guess, that I really don't care. But I was excited about the shampoo and conditioner. And it made my hair feel amazing. Which is probably the most important part.

This week is going to be so stressful.I'm probably going to be dead by the end of it. But, you know. Who's worried? I just really want to play soccer again. It's been, like, three weeks. I also really want to play the drums. I think I should probably bring my drum set over to John's apartment to play music with them.

I can't stand it when people are rude. Talking loudly on their cellphones in a study area. Being noisy late at night when people are sleeping. Walking slowly down hallways. One of the best things I've ever seen was when someone called out someone else on their rudeness. I was in a group of people walking through the adjacent doors into the dorms watching people go through the other ones. A guy opened the door just wide enough to allow himself through even though there were several other people behind him trying to get inside. The guy behind him was on the cellphone. "I'd be there a lot sooner if Mr. Fucking Baseball Cap would open the damn door for the other people." The first guy held open the second set of doors for everyone else to pass through, apologizing the entire time. People just need to be more aware of what's going on. They need to be more considerate of everyone else. They just go through their days thinking that everything revolves around them. Like they're the main characters. Which is not okay.

Because I'm the main character.

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