Damn, my feet are cold.
I'm going to cut my hair again. I'm just too fucking tired of it and I don't care if it grows out or not. Yeah, I want it longer but I'm not patient enough and besides I like my hair short. No class on friday and mom and I are going prom dress shopping then I am going to attempt to have a photo shoot, photos shot by me, on saturday. Doubt it will happen though. I downloaded Picasa2, something like a cheaper Photoshop. I'm eager to snap some shots and fuck 'em up. I have been lacking something lately. I need that inspiration. I have been pumping out ideas in art but I lack money to make it happen. Lacey still hasn't called back and I am pass that waiting point. I tried calling and she wasn't there and nor was Paul and they won't be for a few days. Figures. Here I go, searching for another job. Fuck that so much. End.Who bites their nails?