enamoured | I time every journey just to run into you.

Just when I was going to ask about it, I log online to see that Baby Jolie-Pitt has been born.

I had an awful night last night, and it was mostly my fault. I was running a bath, and I forgot that I'd left the water running. I swear, it was like a movie. My dad starts yelling at my brother, and then I realize that oh damn, I've left the water on. And the water has gone from the main bathroom part where the tub and toilet are into the area where the sinks are. And this part of the bathroom is carpeted like all the rest of the house, and it's started seeping out into the hallway.

The water was ankle-deep and warm, so on one hand I knew that it was totally a bad thing, but it was also kind of fun in this twisted kind of way. Like, for some reason, when the water got cold and it was seeping up my khakis, I started thinking, "So, this is what it must've been like filming Titanic." It took lots of towels, a blanket or two, and a wet/dry vaccum to get most of the water up, but the carpet was still moist up through this afternoon--and even some now. I have, at twenty, managed to do what most people do at the age of two. And one day, I will be able to laugh at this, but now I'm mostly feeling like I will never be able to top this one stupid act as long as I live.

I've also figured out why I don't like my haircut that much: I don't feel like myself when my hair is short. My hair has never been super-long, but I usually keep it shoulder-length, and it kind of gives me something to hide behind. Does that make sense? I can't do that with my hair at the length it is now, and it bothers me.