We all had a good cry in class today. My professor started it with a reading, and when she started choking up we all followed eventually. The guy sitting beside me even has very teary looking eyes. Gotta love that Holocaust.
I suck at being a comfort when it comes to relationship troubles. I try but I just don't know what to say and when I do say something it feels so fake (i.e. I heard it in a movie or read it in a book). Ugh.
The straight hair is fun. No one recognizes me. A guy I met awhile back walked by me earlier - I said "Hey". And then he realized who I was and was like "What's different about you?" Lol. And then another friend was looking for me in class and walked past me several times without realizing it was me. Ah but the curly must return, as I must wash my hair tomorrow. :)
Alrighty... Night!