I'm tired. I started working on my room, getting rid of all that crap thats been sitting around since I was like 6 years old....having a very difficult time parting with my books. Although I no longer read as much as I used to, I still love them. I couldn't let go of Daydreamer....still. My throats sore, Ronnie called again. The conversation lasted for like 5 seconds. I don't know why the hell she even bothers. I think I'm going to run off to the bathroom and start cutting my hair. I dunno if I said what I was gonna do: I'm cutting the sides really short and leaving the strip in the middle long. It'll be like a faux-hawk, but since we've managed to spike my hair at least 5 inches before, I bet I could spike this one too. I worry that it won't turn out well, but sortof don't care because hair grows back. Soccer needs to be over so that I can pierce my lip for a second time. Mom doesn't like the idea, but she did say that I can pierce whatever as long as I pay for it. Maybe I'll pierce it myself...I've been meaning to pierce my nose a second time too...hmmmm. Off to do my hair...wish luck upon me.