The beast that is my hair attacked me today. It tried to take control, and even over-rule the little men inside my head, but its quest was ended abrubtly by the brush....It seems when you braid your damp hair many a times and sleep with them in, and THEN take them out in the morning, the effect is somewhat like the look of a cartoon character after they get electrocuted. Needless to my attempts, and even though evil did nto conquer, I still went to school looking like a lion with a mangled mane. It was interesting to watch peopel stare at me, holding back laughter, and then come up and politely say, "I love you hair!" Oh the lies....Ben started prodding it, but stopped when he realized prodding to far my result in him losing his hand to the beast. This of course, is because Logan was throwing paper at me and several "large wads" seems to vanish when entering the realm once know as my hair. I must admit, at this time, even I began to quiver. Someone told me I looked like Barbie today. I'm still not sure if that was a compliment or a sneky little insult, trying to attack me in my vulnerable moment. Next time I'll sick my beast hair on it. I feel I should sue the Blow pop company. Eating one of their lollipops is like....driving halfway across the continent to....California for me...only to realize i took a wrong turn and ended up in Pennsylvania (I live in Maryland). Or like GOING ON VACATION AND HAVING YOUR MOTHER FORGET HER PURSE. That memory will stay burned in the brain area for awhile, although its not as bad as having both your parents and your brother completely forget to pack the Kayla. They say it wasn intentional, but I think my parents try to get rid of me. When were at the Grocery store, mum'll tell me to go find some food brand that does not exsist, and then rush down the aisle to the other end of the store. She says shes just trying to get the eggs,...but I think I'm getting the picture. Wasnt I talking about blow pops? Oh yeah, the gum sucks. I like to hum the Mission Impossible theme when I'm at the store. Until tomorrow then, Your Nieghborhood Superman.