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Why do I always end up talking to the psychos?
Seriously. :\ Even back home, THEY FIND ME and start talking about alien abductions. ALSO, today is World Puppet Day! Which is exciting, in my opinion. I guess. Puppets are actually kind of creepy, most of the time, but still. Yay? Trapped in the House (yes, I know we have a kajillion things to do here so I shouldn't complain, but still) for now. Blah. Braces are imminent. Double-blah.
The upside, of course, is that I get to meet Lena's mom and It is decided: I am dyeing my hair red tomorrow morning! Even if Endy won't help me. And Lena will be mad. Don't care! I'm doing it. Mhm. Can't talk me out of it. I have the dye. I'm tired of looking like a baby.
Also, I may have to get braces. Gah. (( Or rather, Tasha-mun is having trouble finding icons of 12/13-year-old girls that have both range in expression and a lack of porn star make-up. It seems that blondes more often tend to look, uh, not like Tasha, so she's goin' red. Yay for new icons! I've got a few up already, but it won't be 'official' until tomorrow. )) 1.) No more memes with my name in them, unless it's something nice. Please?
2.) 3.) I hit my head on a shelf yesterday. I think maybe I have grown, which would be awesome. ( Read more... ) Um, the "how's my driving" thing goes here. Yeah, okay, she's an OC so I don't have a canon to go off of, but still. Tell me if I suck, whateverness. :D
Also, I'll be gone for the next three days or so with Christmas madness, so if you need me to do something storyline-related, give me my orders now so I can get it done ASAP. |