I can’t decide whether I should get a haircut before I head out tomorrow. Part of me wishes to keep growing out my hair, and part of me wants it gone. I’m never comfortable making decisions, not even non-threatening ones like this.

On another note, a rant against hipsters: you are annoying. Stop with the fake whimsical polaroids. What the hell are you whimsical for? You weren’t even born when the golden days you’re emulating were around. You and your primary colors. Damn, I’m sick of your bandanas and sweater vests. That’s the one thing I really hate about Berkeley: rich kids who think they’re artistic or bohemian and not from some southern californian suburb.