I am feeling quite chipper, despite the tiredness. I have been reminded yet again that life is wonderful. I am afraid that these constant reminders make me somewhat unreceptive to those who feel that perhaps their lives aren't so wonderful, and for this I apologize, sort of. I can't help it if everything looks rosy through my glasses. I'd share them if I could. Or maybe I can help it. Hmm... There are only two things I am slightly upset about: I missed a call from Woodstock girls this morning because I was making French toast with Mike (which ALMOST makes up for missing the call, but not really), and because WalMart was fresh out of crimson hoodies. Sucks to your auntie. Aside from that, though, there have been constant fresh reminders that once two halves, always a whole. TJ, I owe you a condom! Haha. And Konstantine will forever remind me of that one fatal afternoon that had a startling effect on the lives of at least 5 people. Not even joking. Thank you, Love Actually. Once again. What a perfect segue!! To what, I have momentarily forgotten. Damn. Oh yes! Inspiration. How wonderful. This could turn into a rather lengthy Clara story, so beware. I have long been debating the state of my hair. Por desgracia, there is something unfortunate in this world called "split ends." I have had them for quite some time now. But I was determined to grow my hair down to my butt like Bani, so I could walk around naked like Eve... OK, too much info. I guess. INTERJECTION: Where the heck is this sitdiary board anyways, because it says it's 2:13am when in fact it is 9:13pm. How odd... And back to our original programming: On the other hand, I have been getting bored with these same old layers, but did not want to copy the whole bangs thing from everybody and their mother. Today I was watching Step Up and I decided that I am madly in love with Nora's hair. It is quite lovely. I ended up watching the movie twice throughout the course of the day so my mom could get some details to copy from the 'do. It turned out rather splendidly, and Maria enviously started pondering the state of her hair, and she said she didn't know what to do with it because she doesn't like copying people because she doesn't like being copied. I look at it more as inspiration. I may have copied Nora's hairstyle, but it works for my hair, and will take on a life of its own after the fact. I have seen people do and wear things that inspire me to write, to wear, to Do... And, given my available materials and innovationary liberties, make it my own, a conglomerate which will, in turn, inspire someone else. And Maria replied, "You do inspire other people too." Hah! This is the part where I get cocky and my head explodes. I may pull a Dom and ask, "If I recognize my materialism, does it make it any better?" Only, replace the word materialism with cockiness. Theme of the day: guts. Remember Connor and his "take risks" speech. Most of you haven't heard it, but it's pretty obvious. I will recap out of the goodness of my cocky little heart. Haha. Basically he just said that, especially in high school, we can afford to take risks. Risks like wearing strange color combinations or asking somebody out; ones that could potentially boost us up in the world. I guess you could apply that to the Stock Market Game, the risk-taking part, but I was going to go back to the guts part. Gut feeling...? Too bad the world has forgotten what that feels like. Compassion is cool. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and everything you learn will help you with what is to come. It's like Amazon Trail, when you get those gifts from the Inca magus you use all his medicines later on when you are about to die of beri beri. Haha. Wunderbar. Why, then, am I still afraid??