Here I am again with nothing nice to say. Don't worry, it has nothing to do with my seemingly endless birthday activities. How could you say un-nice things about rolling in a muddy field and pouring "Koco-Kora" on peeple?
Rather it's that there were un-nice things about Sunday morning, which I'll try not to discuss any further than that.
Hmmm... Oh yes! I finished the dress *I* will be wearing to DoReana's wedding. Luckily I resisted the temptation to wear it on Sunday and it was spared from being tainted by negativity and anger.
Hey! Just for kicks and giggles... I am *not* cramming for the SAT. Can we say "review"?
Have you ever wondered why girls try new hair-dos? It's so boys will stare at the back of their heads, perhaps wondering how it was accomplished. (At least that's what I told Nick-Ig.)