Not the scissors!!!

Since yesterday, I've had a very unsettling feeling. I'm not really one to have premonitions, but it's that kind of doomish feeling, like something is about to go terribly wrong.
I hope I'm the one that's wrong. I hope it's my mind playing tricks on me.

I couldn't focus today during one of my favorite classes. I feel so nervous and there's no reason for it.

My mother went scissor crazy on my hair this morning. After we went to Sam's Club at the crack of dawn, I dropped her off at the shop and she decided my hair needed to be thinned out some more. I did not protest, and I stopped paying attention. BIG MISTAKE.

Because I am her daughter, she think of my head as a big ol experiment, so she just goes with it sometimes. So my hair is short (shorter than before) and I am sad cause now my neck must suffer through a cruel winter. I'm not crazy about the style either, but that could just be bc I haven't run a flat iron through it yet. Ask any woman or any gay (or metrosexual) man and they will tell you the importance of a flat iron.

On my way up to one of my classes today, I overheard some tool use the word "ricockulous" and try to get away with it. You could tell he was just testing the word out 'cause it sounded so idiotic coming out of his mouth. In fact, no one should ever use that word if they want to avoid sounding like total tools.

Holy crackers I need to go lay down.