Life, as it were.

..and on my day off from Aveda and the turmoils of memorizing head and scalp conditions, what do I do?
Type up my scalp condition notes.

COME ON.

I have seemingly developed a creepy need to be organized.
Organized to the point of self-irritation.
I'm not just keeping an agenda. No. We're talking re-ordering my music library, being two weeks ahead on my homework, making note cards (insert 'wtf' here) for things I ALREADY HAVE MEMORIZED (or, excuse me, compartmentalized..).
I have even gone through my phone and reassigned all of my ringtones.

Not only have I tidied my own bedroom, but Courtney's as well because she's in Florida on spring vacation so she isn't here to lock me out like Cammie does and dear god I cannot help myself.

Fuck an alarm; I get up before the sun and you can bet I'm looking for senseless things to preoccupy myself with.

I mean, who has their fridge color coordinated?

This bitch right here, thanks.

Oh p.s., I've passed all of my knowledge assessments and practical applications so far.
So woo.