Just Like Honey
Tuesday, Feb. 03, 2004 // 8:20 pm
Today was just slow, annoying, okay. I was slow in general. I walked slow.
After school we had to bring our dog Zoe to the vet. After that to the pizza place and then Blockbuster. I rented Risky Business and Lost In Translation.
Heather and I rivaled about who would get the upstairs or downstairs TV. She got upstairs because we flipped. I watched Lost In Translation and during that, my teacher called.
US History teacher, she is really annoyed and talks a lot but so do I. My mom told her all this stuff - my anti-depressant, how I'm not motivated and stuff.
The movie ended. I'm failing with a D+ and I escaped to the bathroom.
My hair makes me self-concious. It was growing out, in it's 'not short, not long' phase. I'll ask everybody if it looks all right or not. Michael, my crush, made fun of it today and on top of that, I hate it anyways.
I went into the bathroom, door locked and through my eyes, it seems like the beginning of a movie. I buzzed a lot of my hair off, even causing a little baldness. I came out of the bathroom with my orange shirt pulled over my head, afraid of what my mom would do but I also hoped she didn't notice.
She asked me if I cut my lip. Then I touched my hair and she was kind of furious. She took the next 15-30 minutes touching it up so I didn't look like a shithead but also resulting in me looking like a dyke.
And I don't even know why I did it. Maybe because nothing happens to me. Maybe because hair isn't life and I wanted to make a point. Maybe even because I just hate myself altogether and my hair. Or maybe because I wanted the feeling of complete accomplishment and change.
It doesn't matter what I look like anyways. People still will make fun of me for reading the dictionary and underlining words. Somebody said that was retarded.
And Brittney got the dress she wanted. We were supposed to go get one each together. Spoiled. I'm sorry.