Home is where your crap is.

I have concluded that my apartment at school feels more like "home," because the vast majority of my crap now resides here.

That said, I am home. And after an uneventful drive back and some quality hanging out time with Skip, I have been irresistably drawn once again back into the blogosphere.

So I promised pictures of my new 'do. The following will have to suffice for now, as my camera has run out of batteries, and I don't have any more sitting around the apartment. I'm still being experiemental with the use of "product" to get my hair to look "just right," which may or may not ever actually happen. But I'm enjoying having short hair! I feel so freeeee!


... and apparently kinda high...


a little spikier, stoopid grin, and check out my bitchin' new jacket!


ooh! "artsy!"