There is a little man in my body that enjoys ripping apart my throat when I talk. Or, that's what it feels like. *cough* its allergies, i swear. i'm not even going to the doctor. but don't drink anything ive drinken out of. k? k. owww make it stop!! its ripping when i sing too... well, you know what they say. the best part of breakin up is findin someone else you can't get enough of. maybe. of course, im a cynical pessimist at heart. :) _____________________________________ I got a new look today. I believe my mom may be taking me to learn how to wear makeup soon. How sad is that, I drive and I don't know how to put on eyeshadow. My hair is a lot shorter than i expected it would be. For the first time in my life, I acutally went to a salon, rather than a 7 dollar walk in haircut where the ladies gossip the whole time. once, one of them cut part of a boy's ear off because they weren't paying attention to anything but the gossip. so, thats nice. well, i must say. its my first haircut that was above ten dollars. or twenty. or thirty. it was about 40 dollars, and then i bought some kinda shampoo, so thats cool. We went to goodwill, I could have had a feild day in there if I had money with me, they had some cute stuff for less than 5 dollars. I also like Plato's closet. So. I got "two inches" off which surprisingly looks a LOT more than two inches. I have an angle and layers. And courtney and kelsey did my makeup, it looks very nice, im very thankful hehe. stage one of [name of operation withheld, since i havnt made one up yet] has commenced. and, i got a swimsuit. its cute. i wish the top wasn't so large. i now have 4 swimsuits from the last year and a half that don't fit me. i need to stop growing. theres the blue polka dot one, the red polka dot one, the cherries one, and, my favorite, the blue one that gave me my still tanlines from gulf shores. and, gasp, i may even start wearing tight jeans for my new look, instead of my good ole baggy khakis that still remember his hotel room on the floor near the balconie. My mom keeps getting me those no-thought-required romance novels. its fine with me, i can read something with philisophical meaning and when my head is full to the brim with material needing to be processed i can just pick up one of those cheesy books. yeah. the ones that have people on the covers that look so unrealistically beautiful that its obvious they are computer generated. i am tired. my camera is my best friend. goodnight. i cant wait for tomorrow. so. youre avoiding me. or so it seems. just another wonderful thing happening to me lately.