Today was a good day overall. PSATs were a piece of cake, as are all standardized tests. Mitz got a hair cut, and i came with her. It looks nice, but its mostly the same. She hadn't gotten one in 6 years and I couldn't have my mother looking like a dirty 43 year old hippie. So we chopped that shit off. Then I ate panera and came home. Me and Mark got in a fight-ish thing. Edit: I AM upset. And if Mark won't forgive me, then the only thing i can do is forget about him. An almost impossible task.