2001-10-09 - 11:08 p.m.
i want to cut my hair. its driving me insane. i think i might do it all weird tommorow... if i can get up on time... it just looks ridiculus. i am a master hairstylist. why cant i cut my own hair? it seems like a plausible idea...
so, i can totally relate to elises last entry. everyone has been squinting at me when i tell them im going to belmont. they cant understand why i would want to go to such a strict, conservative, baptist school. i figure, there are ways all around the religion stuff. im already a minority in my political and religious views. im used to it by now. when people question me, i feel like saying, "why the fuck does it matter to you?" but i dont... dont worry. i have friends applying to princeton and yale as well. i dont think theyll get in, but if they do, kickass. i hope they love it. im really not jealous at all, because of all of my friends, i think that i have maybe one who knows exactly where she wants to go and do. i feel pretty lucky that ive got my decision made. very lucky. and one that im happy with, and that my parents can agree on. oh but what shall i major in? so much to ground to promenade, perambulate, and peruse, per se...
oh my, i need to get to sleep. gnight kids. take care.
"hey dude. its a little wild and a little strange when you make your home out on teh range. start your horse and come along, but you cant get a ride if you cant hold on. sing it. yipie ti-yie yay. yipie ti-yie what? like the cowboys say. sing it again now. yipie ti-yie yay. til the break of day. better watch out for those man eating jackrabbits, and that killer cacti. hey dude!"
