I think it might be the 12th day of our summer, but really, I've lost track. Shame on me. I really don't care about the days when summer arrives. Everything is one messy, warm blur full of laughter and good times and other corny stuff like that.
I'm getting a hair cut today. I really don't care what they will do with my hair. It goes down to my back so I really want a summer cut. Yeah. And I've donated my hair before, but I don't know if I can do it now. I had a perm and even though it's been a year, it is still slightly curly. I don't think they'll accept it.
Either way it's coming off and I'll grow it back out again. My hair grows really fast. Seriously. And I just want something shorter. I've kept my hair up in a bun for the past week or so because of Stupid the Musical and the bag dance. But now, it's going to go!
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I typed WAY too much for just saying that I'm getting my hair cut.
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Crap.
I think I'm crossing over. DUN DUN DUNNNNNN.
Nope.
I just happen to be wearing Almost-dead-leaf green of shorts and they go down to my knees and a gray-blue chicken shirt. I'm not girly. Yesssssssssssssss... biggrin
 Rebel Stand · Thu Jun 14, 2007 @ 06:35pm · 0 Comments |
