Sins Of My Youth: I See That We're Made of More than Blood and Bones

Brittany will be over in an hour so we can go to the football game *excited claps* so I figured while I sit in my hazardously messy room waiting to be cleaned, why not procrastinate and write a post. Homecoming was...last week? Two weeks ago? You can see the effect of highschool that has muddled my mind. It was...eh. Seemed like just another dance, but with the excuse to dress up. I'm not saying I had a bad time, but I'm also sure I could have had better. Most of it was my fault anyway. Before the night even started I wasn't in a great mood, hence my pissed off expression in all of the homecoming photos. I was never one for standing still and smiling anyway.

In other irrelevant news, I've decided to dye my hair. I wanted a piercing but of course the parents shot that one down...that was besides the point. I feel like I'm being in lost in the giant crowd that is highschool. I've always had this sort of desperate subconscious need to be different. To stand out admits the other walking American Eagle billboards. And with that I've turned to purple hair dye. No worries, my entire head will not be the color of "luscious lavender", only a strand. Left side, underneath, behind the ear. I was so excited when my parents agreed to let me do it...until it turns out that most of my friends did not. My response was an overall "ehh...whatever. It's your hair" with a few "just go for it! it'd be sweet!" and a couple "I wouldn't do it's" and one "Ew. Tacky.". But what the hell. I'm a teenager, we make mistakes, I'm going to dye my hair freaking purple if I want to! So what if the bleach destroys it? I'll just live my life with a strand of bleached/purple hair. It's all good.

One thing I didn't mention...it's all a bribe. Or "incentive" as my mom calls it. In order to be able to dye my hair I have to get straight A's for this first semester. *scoff* like that's going to happen. I'm struggling to keep a high B, like I would ever get all A's. Failing the past three personal essays in english and forgetting most of the french verbs on the test won't really help my cause either. Honors geometry is just a bitch. I mean, 101 verbs (legit.) for french. I'm sorry I couldn't remember what the verb cacher meant. Seems a little pointless that the coloring of the hair would be like a little rebellious thing to me, yet attached to it is the need for great grades. I don't think parents understand the extent of the homework, and what it entitles. My dad was worried because I had an 87% in geometry, that I had to get it up to an A. Their expectations seem to be hopelessly fastidious.

Yes, short post. But to make up here's a song to show my love for my friends.
Band of Skulls - Friends