Dear Diary, I wore a headband today. Please help. Love, Holly. *** That's what I was thinking as I left the house. It was actually four skinny headbands, made with those little glass beads, dark and shiny. It's a pretty little set I picked up a few years ago and never wore until today. My mom saw me and exclaimed, "You look cute!" I must have subsequently donned a look of uncertainty (can you tell I've been reading more?), because she added, "What? You don't want to look cute?" "Ehh." Then I added more eyeliner. This sounds so trite, but if Me Two Years Ago saw Me Now, she would have beaten my cutesy, crybaby self to a bloody pulp. Or maybe committed suicide to avoid becoming me. Actually, come to think of it, Me Two Years ago was still trying to be cute . . . she just never cried. Bah. Never mind. Anyway, I took my one final today. Goodbye, Statistics! Hello, life without math class! The final was pretty easy. I studied for it though, which probably screwed me up. All semester I've been doing the work without actually thinking about it . . . I doodle in class, do the homework at home, and the information just mechanically comes from nowhere for tests. Meh. Never mind. Saw Ocean's 11 tonight . . . ah, nevermind. |