Is Facebook trying to tell me something? [points at title] I feel... down. I mean, yeah, tomorrow's Monday, that can be a sore spot for people. Plus, this morning my dad was really pissed that I didn't plan a tennis session with Tiffany, so he was giving me hell about it and using all my "excuses" as attacking points and I was like "wtf how come I can't even get a word edgewise in my defense without having it fired back at me with flaming arrows???" So I plead the Fifth and didn't talk anymore. It doesn't really matter, anyhow. It's an eternal struggle. I am powerless against their chatterboxiness. You see where I got my talkative genes from? So I shut up, sit tight, and wait for the roses to bloom.
Let's go watch Dear John because Channing Tatum is hot. That's about it. I mean, I know it was written by Nicolas Sparks, author of The Notebook, but really, I read Dear John and it's nothing special. I mean, the plot is pretty good, but he makes it seem so... detached and not real. To idealistic in a way. The characters are too stiff, too polite. I saw a movie review on channel 7 and they agreed-- it was not lifelike enough. But hey, Twilight and New Moon weren't known for their cinematography or great acting. It was all about the hot guys. Twilight was pretty funny in a way that wasn't meant to be. Now Evonne is telling me that it's weird for her to hear me talk about hot guys, apparently because I look like a kid? Um... well, in my last post I was lamenting about getting old, but... excuse me, Evonne, I TUTOR you, and am about a head taller than you. Channing Tatum is hot, and that is that.
I got my hair cut! It used to be a terrible ordeal for me (I have some emotional attachments to my hair), but not this time. It's actually nicer to have a lighter head of hair. I was like "whoah, my head feels floaty." And anyways, after I showered with the really long hair there were always long, annoying strands that came out when I brushed it and were EVERYWHERE. My dad was disappointed when he saw it. I only got 2 inches off, and he wished I had gotten 4. I said that I didn't plan to get my pre-fourth grade Asian bob back. You won't be able to tell anything at school unless you're Shona, who plays with my hair, because it's always in a ponytail (duh).
What I'm reading: Animal, Vegetable, Miracle What I'm listening to: my dad yell at me for staying up late and on the computer, no less