26th
I’m so easily bought.
My mother just booked me plane tickets to fly out to Miami the first weekend after school starts. Last time I saw her, she put some keratin shit on my hair to make it less frizzy and wavy instead of super-duper curly, and I loved that stuff. But now my hair is back to its normal curly glory and I want my wavy hair back, dammit, and so she’s flying me out for that sole purpose. We’re pretty vain people, aren’t we?
But I guess we all know what makes me excited the most about the trip is the possibility of going shopping again. Not like the Burberry-shoes-and-Marc-Jacobs-sunglasses shopping spree we had last time, but just good ol’ hitting Saks for deeply discounted designer goods. Also, I must admit I had a fun time at white-trash-haven Hard Rock. Their Hooters is pretty nice, the wings are OK, they don’t card, and they had Sam Adams on tap. What can I say, I get homesick!
It’s just for two days, though. And I’ll be bringing my homework to keep me busy when I’m bored.
(Also, let’s give it up for JetBlue flights instead of shitty Spirit. She’s learning quickly!)
