Right after midnight, friday. My moms already started to lexure me up about being up this "late", sad.
Wearing my new glasses and feeling really weird and as if the word is spinning.

Tomorrow I have to go shopping new jeans (I'm thinking bleached, second skin type that I will cut the knees of...) and silverschampoo. Died my hair yesterday, wanted it a liittle bit lighter, and now it's freaking yellow. awful. I hate my hair dresser. People have walked infront to me saying what I've been thinking all day "it looks like you're wearing a wig". huh.