It was a good weekend. I got to see Fatboy. Ride in his new car. It's cool; an Ion or something like that. He drives like a crazy fucker. I literally came out of my seat when he stopped. He doesn't approve of my lack of body mods. As soon as I get into Cooper I'll have them all back.
I'm going to try to use straws to stretch my lobes, just a bit. Someone said they stretched their lobes by cutting a straw along one side then rolling it so they could push it in thier ear and letting go so it expands. I thought that was quite clever. I don't know what I would do about jewlery, because I don't want to walk around with a straw in my ear forever. Hmmm....perhaps I could get Fatboy to help me out there. Any reason to see him is a good thing.
Another young kid tried to pick me up this weekend. Everything thinks I'm like 16ish. Oh yeah, I think Greg has eyes for me.
He is just trouble. He dated one of my friends and cheated on her. The really classy part was when he started dating the girl he was cheating with, but still tring to screw around with my friend. What a douche.
Next weekend is the canoe race. Fun times. I'll be a blonde by then.
This week my hair will be orangey-red-ish. Black to blonde is not a fun process, but I get to wear my awesome hats. I just got some really cool vintage cloche hats.
Okay, this is a lot of bull. I've got to brush my teeth.
~~~Update~~~
I'm so nervous about going blonde. I like my black hair, but I do want blonde hair. I want to just be able to switch whenever I feel the need. *sigh*
I'm going to try to use straws to stretch my lobes, just a bit. Someone said they stretched their lobes by cutting a straw along one side then rolling it so they could push it in thier ear and letting go so it expands. I thought that was quite clever. I don't know what I would do about jewlery, because I don't want to walk around with a straw in my ear forever. Hmmm....perhaps I could get Fatboy to help me out there. Any reason to see him is a good thing.
Another young kid tried to pick me up this weekend. Everything thinks I'm like 16ish. Oh yeah, I think Greg has eyes for me.
He is just trouble. He dated one of my friends and cheated on her. The really classy part was when he started dating the girl he was cheating with, but still tring to screw around with my friend. What a douche.
Next weekend is the canoe race. Fun times. I'll be a blonde by then.
This week my hair will be orangey-red-ish. Black to blonde is not a fun process, but I get to wear my awesome hats. I just got some really cool vintage cloche hats.
Okay, this is a lot of bull. I've got to brush my teeth.
~~~Update~~~
I'm so nervous about going blonde. I like my black hair, but I do want blonde hair. I want to just be able to switch whenever I feel the need. *sigh*