I am in love with my new hair! Mlle. Hatfield came over today and dyed it for me like I'd asked her to last week. Before, it was a dark brown, almost black, color. Now, it's completely black and I love it! Thank God for Mlle. Hatfield!
Mlle. Johnston needs to stop dating ugly boys, period. She's so pretty, and I hate to see it being wasted on people who don't deserve it. I found out today that she dated M. Reith, who is the ugliest and most-mutated looking kid I've ever laid eyes upon. He doesn't even have a nice personality; he was a complete jerk to her when they were dating. He was the one who broke up with her, but the problem now is that the guy that Mlle. Johnston likes is M. Reith's best friend. We are hoping that guys don't follow the "you can't date your best-friend's ex" rule, and, if they do, Mlle. Johnston would be an exception because her ex broke up with her.
I wonder how other people see me. Do they think I'm attractive? I think I'm not the most attractive girl out there, but I think I'm prettier than the average plain Jane, which, of course, isn't saying much. Like, in the morning, the girl I see in the morning is very exotic and attractive, but sometimes I think she isn't me. Like, I just feel like I've somehow made a pact with the devil by putting on make-up and now he's sending someone to takeover my reflection. After the switch is flipped, the lights in my bathroom stays dark for two seconds before flickering for another three seconds before truly coming on. During those seconds in the dark, I always keep my eyes away from the mirror because I'm so scared of seeing another person there, staring at me in the dark. I did it once after wearing make up. I was tired and I just walked in without thinking and was so freaked out by seeing a dark figure in the dark lurching toward me. The lights came on, and I found myself staring at my reflection. Creepiest thing ever. If something happens to me in the future, the police will probably check my laptop first and when they do, they'll see the I visit blogger and this blog more than once a week. They'll have to hack into my account on my laptop, though, but once they do they'll look through my history and find out about this blog. They will read it and know what's happened to me.
Okay. That's all. God, I'm freaking myself out.
This is one of the reasons why I can't live alone. My overactive imagination makes things really scary at night.
Mlle. Johnston needs to stop dating ugly boys, period. She's so pretty, and I hate to see it being wasted on people who don't deserve it. I found out today that she dated M. Reith, who is the ugliest and most-mutated looking kid I've ever laid eyes upon. He doesn't even have a nice personality; he was a complete jerk to her when they were dating. He was the one who broke up with her, but the problem now is that the guy that Mlle. Johnston likes is M. Reith's best friend. We are hoping that guys don't follow the "you can't date your best-friend's ex" rule, and, if they do, Mlle. Johnston would be an exception because her ex broke up with her.
I wonder how other people see me. Do they think I'm attractive? I think I'm not the most attractive girl out there, but I think I'm prettier than the average plain Jane, which, of course, isn't saying much. Like, in the morning, the girl I see in the morning is very exotic and attractive, but sometimes I think she isn't me. Like, I just feel like I've somehow made a pact with the devil by putting on make-up and now he's sending someone to takeover my reflection. After the switch is flipped, the lights in my bathroom stays dark for two seconds before flickering for another three seconds before truly coming on. During those seconds in the dark, I always keep my eyes away from the mirror because I'm so scared of seeing another person there, staring at me in the dark. I did it once after wearing make up. I was tired and I just walked in without thinking and was so freaked out by seeing a dark figure in the dark lurching toward me. The lights came on, and I found myself staring at my reflection. Creepiest thing ever. If something happens to me in the future, the police will probably check my laptop first and when they do, they'll see the I visit blogger and this blog more than once a week. They'll have to hack into my account on my laptop, though, but once they do they'll look through my history and find out about this blog. They will read it and know what's happened to me.
Okay. That's all. God, I'm freaking myself out.
This is one of the reasons why I can't live alone. My overactive imagination makes things really scary at night.
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