How lame…
I went to get my hair cut at my neighbor’s house today. I think that she was a professional stylist turned grandmother. Anyways my hair gets really curly when it’s dry. So, my hair was wet when she asked how long I wanted my hair. I said, shoulder length. Well, it was cut shoulder length. Wet. Now it’s dry and up to my chin. My parents and sister insist that it looks great on me, but I’m not so fond of it. I barely have enough hair to keep in a ponytail. I hope it can survive band camp. Seriously, it’s like a poof-ball bob cut.
I just realized my aversion to the red lines under misspelled words.
Damn. I hate you Christopher Columbus because you never return any of my emails, no matter what they say. I bet I could send one that confessed my love for you and you’d glance at it and look at the one from Timothy. Damn.
