To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

Ok so today was my first exam. Easy peasy it was.

Now the things that have gone . . . . I dunno what word to put. YOU probably won't think they're so horrible, but I'm under a lot of stress lately. Being controlled will do that to you . . . . today:

-I almost slept in this morning

-Had to stand forever in the freezing cold

-Called Justin when I got home but he was out with a friend

-Justin STILL isn't home and he said we'd hang out today

-I won't see Justin until Friday

-Just got the worst haircut of the century. I look like Brendan Frasier.

-Now my Grad Photo (if or when THAT ever decides to happen), the picture I'm (maybe??) going to cherish for my whole life because I graduated from High School, is going to look like omg absolute crap. I can't even think of words to describe how horrifying it will be to me. For the rest of my life. 

-I'm getting sick

-There's probably more but I can't really think right now.

I think I'm going to do something horrible to my mother. I think, once I'm 18, I'll go get my eyebrow pierced. Either that or the nose. Hmmmm. I think the eyebrow one is just putting my toe over the line. Perhaps the nose is a little too far for the moment. I'll wait until I'm sure where I'm sleeping at night until I do that one.

At least Ceridwen is awesome when others are in trouble. I can't even explain it. She just does what needs doing. While I was still getting my hair "cut" she ran upstairs and thought up a million different ways to improve my hair without making it shorter. Now, don't get me wrong, I love having short hair. And it's a good thing too, because I can actually pull it off. But if my hair was any shorter I would have a mohawk. 

So sweetly she bade me adieu,

     I thought that she bade me return.