Finally. This afternoon was a much-needed session of chillaxin'. Lori came over and we cut/dyed my hair. It's now shorter, uneven, and fuschia. When my camera starts working again, you'll see. There were lots of StrongBad emails and synchronized napping. Good stuff.
I have essentially fourteen days of classes left. Of high school. Ever.
I'm still waiting for that desire to let these days stretch on eternally, to be seventeen forever. You know, the one people always talk about. But no. I can hardly wait.
The Dresden Dolls cover of Hallelujah is amazing, even though nothing can top the original. Sigh.
Posted by samantha at May 17, 2005 11:36 PMI am interested to see how this hair adventure turned out.
Um, usually I think the idea is that when you're 17 or 18 you want to be 21+, and when you actually hit 21+, you wish that you were 17 or 18 again. That's the typical way though, and you are atypical, so it may happen differently.
I'm STUCK here. I can't get out. I need your help. There are weird people everywhere. I'm forgetting their names... Miyano is gone! She doesn't have a Texan accent. Please, somehow, send the word. It's needed.
Posted by: HELP! at May 21, 2005 03:44 AM