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hair drama [Thursday, Jan 4th, 6:20pm] [ mood | hmmmm ] so the past few days for me has consisted of figuring out what to do with my hair. i knew i wanted it cut, but i didn't know how. do i trim it? style it? chop it off? OH THE DECISIONS! so i finally went and got it done. this is my story in pictures. this is when i decided my hair had gotten waaaaayyyy out of control i mean, look at this. it's crazy. poor nora, you can barely see her face. so i went to my hairdresser and had her cut it. the short bangs and most of the style were josiah's idea. and i wanted to keep it short on top so i could faux hawk it! you can kind of see the sides and back with this one... and here comes my attempt at a faux hawk... annnnnnnd from the side.. yeah, i really need to get better at this thing. i need to go out and buy some wax and heavy duty hair spray or something. oo la la? rocking out. oh my, what a trip. so anyway, i would love to get some feedback on this.. i really don't know if i like it yet. i know i'm not in love with the new cut right now. should i keep it? or grow it out? or do something different? 9thought what that song meant isn't that what you said.

[Monday, Jul 18th, 2:20pm] i'm sure i've posted these lyrics before.. but today only feels fitting for them again, since the secondary title is "happy birthday to me" and that's what today is. happy god damned birthday to me, mother fuckers. all eyes on the calendar another year i claim of total indifference to here the days pile up with decisions to be made i'm sure all of them were wrong into this song, i send myself and with these drinks i plan to collapse and forget this wasted year... these wasted years... devoted friends, they disappear i'm sorry about the phone call and needing you some decisions you don't make i guess it's like breathing and not wanting to there are some things that you can't fake. i guess that it is typical to cling to memories you'll never get back again and to sort through old photographs of a summer long ago or a friend that you used to know and there, below his frozen face you wrote the name and that ancient date that ancient date and you can't believe he is really gone when all that's left is a fucking song i'm sorry about the phone call and waking you i know that its late but thank you for talking because i needed to some things just can't wait yeah, some things just can't wait... 6thought what that song meant isn't that what you said.

[Saturday, May 28th, 3:00pm] this journal is now friends only due to extreme circumstances. add me, i might add you back. 16thought what that song meant isn't that what you said.

[Saturday, Dec 11th, 9:28pm] nora: "OH MY GOD. CAN WE JUST GO INSIDE NOW?! i'm freezing!!" derek: "NORA. can we go inside?! i'm seriously! FLOATING right now!!"   oh man, we have GOT to go back out there. 6thought what that song meant isn't that what you said.

[Friday, May 14th, 12:55am] hi isn't that what you said.

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