Blacken the hair, smack a couple of blonde chunks in there and pull the bangs back with two bobby pins and this is kinda sorta what I look like now. I got the Coconut Head haircut. I went nuts with scissors yesterday. Nuts enough for my MamaDukes to suggest that "we" go to the salon and get "her" a makeover. And by "her", she meant "we". She got her blonde back. My mom's been a blonde since forever and seriously, she should have been born a blonde. Not with the juanaca brown my family genes supply. Now that I think of it, no one on my mom's side has their natural color. Not even the guys! We're too pale for the brown. But yes, she turns out gorgeous. Me? I went nuts. I bought a magazine in CVS, picked something on a limp and WHAM!, I got something I've never ever ever had. A Coconut Head. And I diggggggg it. Sure, its more mod-ish looking since I straightened it like mad, but if I didn't use my straightener, I'd be a straight-up Coconut Head. And if you have no idea who Coconut Head is, you need to watch Ned's Declassified: School Survival Guide on Nickelodeon. It brings the LOL's.
My voice has been fucked for about two weeks. Now, its back and in action..but my throat hole is the size of a peanut. I can barely swallow liquids, let alone foods. Now, this kinda rules because its an involuntary and restrictive diet. And it kinda sucks because....it hurts! I'm lucky its not affecting my breathing! When I cough, it feels like fire shooting outta my lungs. Reverse smoking! All I know is that I need a doctor quick. Too bad I have an urge to make out. This urge means I am definitely getting a visit for Aunt Flo pretty soon. Ugh. Summer periods.
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