Self-control; self-restraint; self-perseverance. You know what these have in common? Yeah, yeah yeah . . . The dash. But other than that, for me these words are all puns. Doing something the self really wants to do shouldn't involve control, restraint, or perseverance. Okay, before some of you might object by saying that is exactly what anarchy and disorder amounts to, let me spray some windex on that dirty window. I'm talking about one thing... I wanna party.
Since I've been back from Japan, I've been pretty good about not going out as much and with regulating the intake of a certain kind of liquid. And this kind of behavior is supposed to be intact until December, but man, there are days when I just feel so torn between what I should do and what impulse wants me to do.
Last night, Christina was holding a party in Santa Barbara; Chester, Stace, and Vu went to Joya in Hollywood; I wanted to either go to one of those things, or at least do something fun, but I ended up staying home and studying. . . Wasn't too bad. Wasn't that productive either, but at least I didn't give in to the self and go out. We'll see how tonight goes. I wanna check out Century Club but then again, I really should . . .
On the flip side, I did give myself a long overdue haircut. And I did give my boy Winston a haircut too. His hair was fuZZYFABulous when when I saw him last night. He wanted to cut it short or grow it out, and I asked him, "you mean longer?" Good lo, call me a gardener cuz I mowed that lawn and took them weeds out. hahaha. And I decided to show yall how it was. Note the facial expressions - Priceless. Lol.
Unsatisfied wit da way you look???
Let Ted chop YO weAVE!!!
