This is a cool retro look... it isn't the 1970s, it is 1998+5.57 already. This is called style. Good thing the pink hair has faded. I was going to dye my hair with pink and purple spots, for the first day of class, but I've grown out of that silly radical look. No talk of psychadelic mushrooms is going to change my mind either, Dad.
I have to work on my self control. I keep losing it and I have to keep
coming up with good excuses as to what I was doing. I hit upon
a beauty at the park this weekend: If I grab stuff off someone and there
are witnesses I claim I was just trying to help them.
Good practice for a career in law, I guess.
Diary: 5.50 years old (Jul 2004)
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