I have cool friends

Series of text messages:

Me: Want to cut my hair later?

Arden: Sure. When? Where?

Me: In a couple hours. Your place. I don't want punk hair, you gotta do a good job, k?

Arden: Lol I can only do punk hair.

Me: LOL

This is a friend who lives in a house with lots of cool/nice/rad people, one of which is my other friend. She is so cool. She recently facilitated a game of musical beds so that I could have a place to sleep after a fun night out. Look at her blog.

Sometimes I get sad about leaving stupid Santa Cruz. But mostly I am excited to get out. This time, however, it's for good. And I don't know how I feel about that.