We Are Sex Bob-Omb And We Are Here To Make You Think About Death And Get Sad And Stuff.

Well, its nine o'clock. Which is NOT right when I get home from school, contrary to popular belief. See, today was a little bit COMPLETELY CRAZY. See, I got to school and ALL THE SENIORS WERE CRYING. Which, since its the day we get our final grades back, might be understandable. But then halfway through first period, there's an announcement and we're instructed to leave class and go to the auditorium for an emergency assembly. And then our crying principal nun tells us that a boy at the all boys school to our all girls school, Ben, died that morning. See, everybody in both schools knew this kid. He was AWESOME. But I'm not gonna sit around telling you how great he was, but trust me, its a shame. And even though I wasn't particularly close to him, my friend killed himself last year, so I DO know how everyone else felt. And so I've spent the entire day writing my sad friends notes to cheer them up and been on the phone with people trying to help them out.

ON TO WHAT I WANTED TO TELL YOU:

So the other day I was straightening my bangs, because they're curly and it looks awful if I don't. But I didn't wanna wait for my straightener to heat up, so I was using my curling iron instead. So I'm straightening my bangs, right, and all the sudden I get a text from my friend, and being the genius that I am, I attempted to open my (awful, crappy, annoying) flip phone. In doing this, I TOUCHED MY CURLING IRON TO MY FOREHEAD ON THE HIGHEST HEAT SETTING. Which, surprisingly, didn't really hurt all that much. But the problem is that now I have this big red mark on my forehead. And besides the fact that all my friends have been staring at my forehead and asking if I'm abused, it's annoying because it randomly hurts, and so my hands keep flying up to touch it. Why touching a burn would help, I don't know. But my friends and I decided that I'm secretly Harry Potter, and my school is secretly Hogwarts, because our orchestra is playing Harry Potter music for the next concert. So, hey. One year and five days till I can use magic outside of Hogwarts. That's a plus, right?

Books Read This Year: 7
Texts sent today: I deleted my messages because they were full. So apparently over 100.