My hair hates the fog. I have curly, short hair that requires a certain amount of attention and preparation [omg I have turned in to one of those types of girls]. I work so hard on getting it just right, every spike and twist in place, then I am outside for five minutes and it turns to a wavy, cruddy pile atop my head.

Holiday in the States, yeh! That means I have three days off, three days of fun in da sun. I am headed to Point Reyes this evening, a little beach-side community where I will attend beach parties, baseball games, and uh I guess a float decorating event. Don't ask what that is about cause I haven't a clue. I allowed my pal to arrange all my plans for the weekend, and well that is what I ended up with. However, a cute boy will be in attendance at all of these functions so I suppose they are pretty good plans after all. It's nice to have friends that look after your best interests.