First. Sorry for my ehm... bad english.
Thursday is Back to school day. Jeppijajee. Not really.
I am required to go to the hairdresser. My mom doesn't understand the words: I want long hair. To cut my hair short was a horrible idea.
But, okay. I found a nice haircut. So that's gonna be alright.
All I need now is a pecil case & wrapping-paper. So, store, say hello to shana. (Store: 'Oh, no, not you again...' *scared face*)
Muaha. Sorry for my... inner conversations. (That's how I call them)
Well, now I'm bored. And when I'm bored, I type some lyrics:
We're bored to death in heaven
and down alone in hell
We only wants to be ourselves