dyed my hair black with a hint of blue. nice shade. sucks that it stained my hands, fingers, forehead and neck. meh. it'll eventually wear off. i hope. went to this mean little party last nite. challenged this dude who was talking shit to a dance contest in front of everyone. he went first and did this goofy little number. then i went and rocked it 'til the cows came home. the dude offered up a bourbon after that. i said no. don't much like bourbon and also, i was plastered enough. geez, dance contest? come on. i have also decided to bring skipping back to the streets. wanna join my rock 'n roll jump rope gang? it'll be so dope. just wait. the first thing you'll learn is the "skip attack" in which you throw your rope around someone and attempt to skip them to death. it's gold. i tried to skip up the stairs and almost did a faceplant. pretty dangerous business.

so i'm at my new pad and i'm unpacking all my stuff and i have the window open cuz it's hot and then my roomate's cat decided to jump out the window and hang out in the front yard. this is an indoor cat so the possibility of it getting freaked-out and darting the fuck away is pretty high so i try luring it back into the apartment for a good 45 minutes until f i n a l l y it prances up the stairs and in the front door. i locked little fuckface in the basement for a good hour after that.

i am never flying to the states again. customs is such a bitch. they made me feel like such a criminal. dumped all my things on the floor and looked thru' every-fucking-thing i own. look at me. do i look like a drug smuggler. aaaak. oh yeh. SUM 41 was on my flight. wuh-ooo.