They Blog.

I have begun naming all of my recent blogs after Wild Beasts songs. (This one was named after a song, but i had a better, more suitable idea). I guess that means i like them. And i do. I can't wait for that $25 dollar iTunes gift card to come in the mail so i can get some of their music. It's pretty darn late, and i have stuff to do tomorrow. I am hanging out with many people tomorrow. Primarily, Saira. The movie, "They Live"  is on. Those aliens are creepy looking. It's a funny, cool movie. I got a hairTRIM today, not a full-on chop-off-fest. Hyphens are very important in a grammatical sense. Anyways, it hardly looks any different, just smaller. The lady washed my hair with like 14 different conditioners, and I nearly fainted when i saw myself with all my hair wetted back behind my head. I said, "Oh my lord". I have been wearing my skinny jeans again, now that i have a belt and they won't get all discumbobulated. My dad, of course, dislikes the trim. I have had many different opinions on it. Nick had two different opinions: one to get it cut all the way because i look feminine, and two not to get it cut because my hair looked dumb short. Saira was bent on one opinion: SHORT. Kim had another opinion that i personally enjoied hearing: Just a small trim. I got a small trim, but it's still pretty long. Tonight, i raided my own bedroom for around 2 dollars so i could pay for a Vitamin Water. At that time, i was experiencing Indigestion, a headache, heartburn, and every other annoying physical problem you can think of. I complained and complained until my mother agreed to take me real quick to the Sunoco Gas Station at 12:00 Midnight. Some far-from-American man worked there, and as I paid for my drink, we spoke little. He spoke little because he knew few English words. I spoke little because i'm a nervous wreck and always have been.