If you saw my last post, I didn't go to the boy next door's house. I didn't feel great, and I pretty much chickened out. I don't why I was so afraid to go over, the guy's not scary or anything, but I don't know...I just couldn't. Maybe it's because I didn't have my friends there with me, as they save me in social situations sometimes. I even like the guy and stuff, I guess I just didn't know him, or any of his band members to even casually go over. It's also kind of awkward because we had a "thing" for about a week and a half, and it's been sort of awkward for me ever since. It wasn't even a real "thing" but I'm sort of afraid he thought of it that way. None of this should matter, but somehow, it sort of does. It's just really frustrating.
At least I'm feeling better, though, almost all the way better. I got my hair cut, and I based my cut off of the picture above of Hayley. I don't even like Paramore, but I liked her hair in that picture. So I got layers, and I'm really excited about it. I've tried to do the thing were you tease the hair and then get it to be super full, but it didn't go so great. I'll just keep trying though, because it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, so maybe I'll get it soon.
Anyway, my friend who's in Hawaii texted me picture of Hawaiian flavored-condemns in the grocery store. We've had an interesting conversation. And I've been listening to Amado Mio by Pink Martini all day because I have to learn it for my singing lesson tomorrow. Fun times.
Talk Again Soon,
Sheila.
