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Monday, February 26, 2007


Hair baby
When I said goodbye to Jason on Friday, he held my arms, my hands on his shoulders, and we kissed. Then Jessica followed me to class smiling and saying, "We need to talk." And I said, "I don't know what to tell you." Laughing and smiling. "What's going on, Susan?" Another laugh. "I'll tell you when I know."

Story of my life.

I was at my grandma's from 5PM Friday to 4PM Sunday, missed two calls from annonymous friends, and was a day late receiving my letter from Mona. My cousing Kelleye is staying tonight with her. She won't last a day. I can promise you that.

I'm getting my hair cut today, probably. As I've said, I'm so sick of it, I'm to the point where scissors and my rage are an option I'm considering.

I'm going to get sweeping bangs, I think, and more layers. Mona's haircut is so cute. It's this choppy "punk" cut, but when I showed mom the picture she said, "Oh... it's a little rough, isn't it?" I don't want to hear that for months, plus I don't want to go that short.

I'll post pictures of whatever I get, and I'll be back later today, so check in.

-Susan


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