soooooooooo

I’ve been really paranoid lately about accidentally hurting someone, physically speaking. It’s really weird, I’m a safe driver (Yes Seth, fast, but alert.) but lately I’ve just been so fidgety behind the wheel, at least when I’m not big roads where there might be pedestrians, there I’m fine. It’s just freaking me out. I don’t want to hurt anyone.

Also – I’m totally ticked off at Diane, and Natalie Portman, and both for hair reasons.

a.) Diane will not cut my hair any shorter then she already has. I had an appointment today, and I walk in the door, and this is a direct quote: “Hey Camille, how are you? Good? Good. Listen, I’m not cutting anymore then an inch. That’s it. A trim.” Ugg! She’s been like this for months now! She doesn’t want me to cut my hair, and she knows I won’t let anyone else do it, so I’m stuck!

b.) Natalie Portman, she is all embracing her new shaved head, and I’ve wanted a shaved head for a reallllly long time, but now I’ll look like a imitating poser! Geez!

It probably doesn’t make any difference anyways I guess, considering Diane wouldn’t shave my head either. Bah.

I cleaned our (the girl’s) bathroom tonight. I totally bleached the heck out of the shower, Emily said it smelled like a pool. I am a HUGE fan of bleach. One minor problem tonight though, was when I sort of, um, spilled it on that infamous wound on my knee. Oops? Yeah, the pain was a little… heh… INTENSE… but I forgave bleach immediately.

Do I have a problem? Is bleach a weird thing to be crazy about? It really is the essence of clean.

I think Chelsea is mad at me… uggg. Friends are a PAIN people. MAN. So I probably have to call her and talk for like three hours and patch things up, even though I don't know what I did besides being freaking busy but I can't help that!

Oh, and I think I'm going to move a desk into my room. It will make my room look less 'kick-ass perfect' as they say but I need a place to write. I'm going to put it right in front of my window.

I'll be able to look out at my tree then.