The journal of a thirteen-year-old author, indie-rock and folk music-lover, Jack White-worshipper, and grammar-freak named Charlotte. Thanks for stopping by and be sure to leave a comment, as I love reading responses to posts and tags on my tagboard!
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Dear Wonderful Friends and Readers,
Today is Wednesday, May 14, 2008.
This is Entry Number 51.
About four or five months ago, I would say, I chopped about eight inches off of my hair. Sick of it being down my waist (I know, it's insane), I just woke up one morning and said, "Mother, get in the car; we're choppin' all this hair off!" After roughly eight inches were gone, I was so happy with it. But I still didn't really have a style to it. So last night I went to this new place quite close to where I live and got it cut to about a half-inch below my shoulders. I also got these really cute bangs. With the bangs, I'm sort of getting a Hayley Williams of Paramore vibe; but the whole shebang looks very Britney in the "Baby One More Time" era. You know, before she was a mess and all.
So anywho, Mother and Daddy went hiking again. I would go with them, but I simply can't give up having a day all to myself. So I, once again, opted to stay home. But Mother is going to stop by before picking up Lily and Liam at school, drop off Daddy and pick up me so I can show Regan and Bobbie my hair. Maybe Max will be there and see what he's missing . . .
God, I really need to stop thinking that way, don't I? I just feel so resentful toward Connie for screwing everything up. I mean, things were going so good and then she had to decide that she wasn't getting enough attention and make it hell for Re and me. I mean, I know she has social and emotional issues, but the thing that just makes me sick to my stomach is that her mother, Annilee, will do nothing about it. Connie needs help and she's not getting any. But anywho, I don't really want to start talking about this right now.
I ditched again on Monday because I just couldn't take it. Max is just driving me crazy and I just didn't feel like dealing with him. But Mother really wants me to go to the party next week, just because it's the last day. I guess I'm going to go and just hang out with Re and Allie.
Hmm . . . what else? I mean, I guess that's it.
Take care.
Charlotte