I cut my hair. It's something I've been wanting to do for a very long time. A veeeery long time. When my hair guy person with the scary sharp scissors was cutting it, I watched each long strand fall with excitement. It was like a weight was lifted (both literally and figuratively). It was, to say the least, awesome. The next day at school, people kept telling me that I looked like a guy. As if that were a bad thing. I mean, really..... My hair actually isn't that short, it goes to about halfway down my neck, but it's longer that a lot of guy's hair at my school. I'm going to cut it more, but I'm taking it slowly for my dad. He used to be very strict about hair. Until I cut and dyed it, that is. Now it's dark brown. It was black, red, and blond before. But my choir teacher said that I have to have it a uniform color for the musical I'm in.
My spanish grade is apparently ~bad~. Oh well..... I actually like spanish, I just don't do some of the stupid busy work, don't study very well for tests, and forget to bring all my books to class. That doesn't really affect my knowledge of the language, though.
Oh, and one more thing:
My guitar teacher had band practice and we didn't have enough time to record my song. Phooey. So we're recording it next week.... I think my friend Liana's coming over, though. She can listen to me mess up my guitar part and sing waaay waaay too high for my range. But it'll be fun, I know. And I have to perfect my other 3 or so songs to record..... After I do my fucking homework.