Wednesday, May 02, 2007
WHOOO. Apparently I keep encountering the same old shit fucked up problem I encounter once every 3 months. The fucking hair. "oh it's too long, you have to options. Either you let me cut it, or you get your parents to come down to bring you home, until your hair is cut to the school's standard then you can come home." Of course I chose the latter. But apparently, my dad takes morning naps and goes to work in the evening, therefore, CLASS SUSPENSION UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. WTF I SWEAR, school is leaving me no option.

THEREFORE, TOMMOROW IS SOLOMON'S HOLIDAY.

The air's cleared up, everybody's has gone on with life. She's got a new life ahead, and I don't think I should stay around and bother her any longer. Thanks for the memories!

feelings dissapeared, can i be your memory?
Solo boogie boogied \ 10:56 PM