From the deepest part of my shallow heart.

A little doodle of the thing I told Root when he ambushed me on Facebook chat.

He mentioned something about sticking up for me and telling someone off who was talking bad about me. I suspect that that someone is one of 2 unhappy people on the Debate team. Oh well. Screw whomever that was.

Anyways, so far the chemical straightener is doing great. No frizz, no curl. It's amazing. I wonder how long it's going to last though....

Tomorrow is meet the teacher day. Oh joys. I can't wait. Then Friday I have an eye exam. I can't wait. Just another appointment with a doctor who is going to tell me that my eyesight has gotten even worse. Oh the wonderful advantages of nearsightedness! Not.

Then starting next Monday is school! People! Crowds! Boys with sagging pants that give you the urge to pants them! Nothing makes me happier than waking up at 5:30 and getting to school at 6:50 for drivers ed!

I need one of those nifty coffee cups with the cool seal-able lids.

new hair?

I got a new hair cut, and I also got my hair chemically straitened.

Why? I got my hair chemically straitened in the vain hope that it won't get frizzy during humid weather. So far it's pretty good... Let's see how long that'll last.

Hate is a strong word

Celery, if I haven't said this before, is my rock. He's got my back. He had my back today.

For those of you who don't know, Jacob, the douche who almost made freshman year suck for me, Jacob, the former president of the Debate team who has caused me much emotional confusion, re-added me on FBook.

Again. After I've deleted him multiple times. He caught me off guard on FBook chat. Luckily, I was talking to Celery at the time, so I was able to vent to him, and manage to not rage at Jacob and all of the confusing things he said to me.

If you've forgotten all the turmoil he's put me through, just search "Jacob" in that little search box above the fish. I don't see how anyone can throw around I love you's and walk away non committed to anything, anyone.

Whenever he compliments me, I don't feel happy or better about myself. I always end up angry/confused/wary. He's too good to be true. He's a flaky flip flopper. I don't care if he says I'm smart and beautiful. I'm sure he says that to tons of girls.

He's leaving Tuesday for college in Ohio to major in Philosophy and Theology. We're so alike, but so different.

After a good length of conversation he bid me goodnight. I told him to forget about me. He thought I was joking.

It would be so much easier if he just forgot about me and found a new girl to shower with suspiciously too nice compliments. Maybe she'll actually give into him, and say everything I never wanted to say.

I don't hate Jacob, I hate the way he is.