Hey you DA-ees,

<RANDOM FACT>
I don't like cake. There's always something wrong with them. I swear. Sue me.
I don't like marshmallows. marshmellows? end of story.
</RANDOM FACT>

I actually woke up early today to.. do my homework.

Somehow, though I'm an always-distracted, bumping-into-inanimate-objects procastinator-extraordinaire girl... I have this incredible way of handling time. It's a skill. How else do you explain why I never get stressed (much), always goof around and always get things done? And still have bunches of time to:
a) goof around
a)bump into things
a) annoy my brothers by barging into their rooms and flying around for a while before making my exit.
a) write in this journal about things no one cares about
a) outline, outline like crazy bunches of stories I will someday publish.
a) watch anime, anime, anime.
a) stalk you

Or is it the fact that I can't link staying up till late doing homework and feeling all bad to my core with stress?

NEWS

-intervention- ooh, i haven't used the bold font in years! -over-

Eh hem. I'm thinking of getting an extreme haircut. See that "Rainy July" pic on your left? Yeah, all that hair. Gone. Saturday.. Maybe, perhaps, I think...?
I might want to feel it just end, like before.
It's kind of scary though. A girl thing.
You need two x chromosomes to understand. probably..

So, if anyone agrees -or disagrees- please feel free to manifest yourselves.

Good day~

~ J