GAH!

I hate long hair. Every BLOODY time I run my hands through my hair, so much comes out!!! You'd think it would stop after you've rung your hair through over 20 times, but it doesn't! I think I'm going bald!

I went to the Stampede today... It was alright... lots of people... I got to pet a sheep and try on lots of cowboy hats. And ate mini donuts, which are bad. And watched "horse cutting", which I still haven't quite determined exactly what it is or what the point of it is.

I got in trouble yesterday for booking off too much time at work. I grumble.

I have decided that if I ever get married, I want it to be quite small and basic. Since I have a small family, it will probably be easier. But then I shouldn't be thinking about that, for I'm sure I'll change my mind anyways, for I'm just that kind of indecisive person. For there is really no point is planning something that you're not sure is even going to happen? (as it only sets your self up for much disappointment).

My mum told me I was "less muscular" than I was went she left a while ago. Joy.

I need to get to sleep, as I'm quite tired, but in a state of some anxiety and grumbly-ness, so it's not exactly ideal conditions for sleeping.
I wish I took better care of myself. I'm going to die before I'm thirty.