[FONT="Palatino Linotype"][COLOR="DarkRed"][CENTER]This is quite delayed, but this actually happened on Monday--two days ago. Just lettin' you people know. Those of you that ever read this.

So in algebra class, we were put into partners. My partner was Karli (it was really supposed to be Kyle, but she made him trade with her so she'd have me as a partner--apparently, I'm the Math Wiz xD) Karli is sitting next to me and Tony is sitting in front of her. Just to make things clear--Karli is to my left and Tony is in front of Karli.

Mr. Shay is talking and we're sitting in the back--although where we sit, I don't think that's going to ever stop Karli from doodling anyways--and Karli takes out a blank piece of paper and starts doodling random characters. Me, being as nosy as I was, looked at her drawing (I really meant to just glance at it, but I just so happened to actually have BAD EYESIGHT so I had to look at the doodle and not just give it a quick glance that I meant to).

"Aww... that's cute." I told her. In my point of view, it WAS. In someone else's though, it might be creepy *shrugs* I dont' know. But it was preeeeeeetty cute in my eyes.

Then Tony turned around and asked, "Is that supposed to be Yee Fang?"

I remember him sounding like it was an insult, so I spat back at him, "No--it's you."

And I immediately forget that I was referring to him thinking it was ugly and in my head I'm like: "Oh no... did I just indirectly call you cute?"

I told Rae about this and she's like: "Well he called you cute first."

"I swear he didn't hear me!" I exclaimed. Although I knew Rae was probably right. It's not that I don't like Tony or anything--he's pretty decent a guy. On the other hand, he's a jock--dude, you can just SEE it when you meet him; his body shape proves it... Not that he's extremely macho or anything--and I'm just this short person that has a wide sense of style. It's awkward for me when people call me cute. Usually it's weird... or creepy... or scary... or weird...

And after he said that, a good five or so minutes later, Karli looks at my T-shirt and asks: "Why are there hairy people on your shirt?"

"They're a symbol for some rock band... but I have no idea which band." I told her.

"Why are you looking at her boobs?" Tony asked.

"Because I LIKE boobs." Karli said. This actually--honestly--made me laugh. And then Karli laughed. And... I forgot what Tony did.

Then Tony tells me: "Well I like looking at your fishnets better."

"Uh... Awkward..." was my response.

Yup. Awkward day in Algebra...[/CENTER][/COLOR][/FONT]

[COLOR="DarkRed"][B][CENTER]Okay... So remember when I wanted to get that haircut of mine? Shoulder-length bangs, gets shorter towards the back? Possibly assymetrical?

Yeah. Well. My mom decided to get an appointment to trip my hair before the prom. And won't let me do THAT haircut that I wanted.

I don't get why my MOM can't trim my hair. I mean, she did that the other years of my life--why not now? She didn't do a bad job...

So I'm in the car and I'm like: "So... then could I cut my own hair?"
"No."
"But I want my hair to be cut short... The way I want it to. You might not do it right..."
"No. Don't talk about this--too far away."
"But we're talking about getting my hair trimmed before the dance and I want my hair cut really short after recital... and they're practically next to each other week-wise."
"We don't talk about this! One hair cut at a time!"

Oh yeah--and we can talk about ALL my clothes at the same time? We can talk about ALL my concerts at the same time? We can talk about ALL my lessons at the same time?

*sigh*

So... my mom's made an appointment for the haircut at some salon her friend works in. And she's like: "If you like it, we won't cut your hair afterwards."

So... I have to hate my haircut. Dammit, you won't let me watch the shows I want to watch (aka LAink, WheezyWaiter on Youtube, 1,000 ways to Die, etc), you won't let me wear anything I want to wear, you won't let me express myself in ANY WAY AT ALL and now I can't have my hair the way I want?

FUCKING BULLSHIT.[/CENTER][/B][/COLOR]

[FONT="Palatino Linotype"][COLOR="DarkRed"][CENTER]So for History class, we have to write a dialogue between two people as a conversation between Charlesmagne and a Frankish farmer. And at the moment... Charles is seeming a little too egotistical...

*shrugs*

I'm doing this dialogue by myself, though, so I'm, like, pulling out all my acting skills for this. I'll be switching places in split seconds and changing the tones of my voice...

It's going to be SUCH a comedy. It's supposed to be historically accurate too... So...

A historical comedy.
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Okay... So now for the guy in my title.

There's this guy--I'm pretty sure his name's Hao-tong or something--and the last time I saw him was 2 years ago. And the last I had remembered of him was that he was this chubby, short Chinese guy with glasses...

And I see him on Sunday and I'm like: "Okay... I recognize your dad... and your mom... but who the hell are you?" Well. I thought that, anyways.

SERIOUSLY. He's, like, half a head taller than me, lost a BUNCH of weight and doesn't wear glasses so much anymore. It's like... Fat dorky kid to some cute Asian guy.

I took, like, 5 minutes to stare at him. It was weird... xD[/CENTER][/COLOR][/FONT]

So. I'm thinking after dance--because I take ballet and I need a bun--I'm getting a haircut. Like... extreme.

My hair's pretty long. Goes down to mid-back. I'm cutting it up to my chin. A bob... Well, in the front, it starts out about shoulder length, then goes shorter as you get towards the back.

It's going to be REAAAAAALLY different. But band camp's in the middle of August, and last year, I was dying in the heat. Shorter hair might help? Plus, I don't have to put it up everyday. Pin it and I'm good.

I just can't wait!

I'm trying to do it myself... Or get my mom to.

Can't wait! Another month!!!

So.

On Friday, April 30, I was hanging out with Steph and Rae. As usual. And it was, like, 6:30 and Rae had to go sing at her church for something, so her dad drove us home.

Rae: "Hey Steph, Cody wants to talk to you."
Steph: "Why?"
Me: "Because he doesn't want to talk to me. Seeing as how I'm just a horrible person compared to you."
Steph: "You'd be surprised at how many guys want to talk to you."

I was about to say that Luke, Zach and my brother didn't count. But Steph wouldn't be that literal.

So I practically did a jaw drop. Interesting. Me? Guys want to talk to? Yeah right. More like cower in fear.

But. Steph doesn't lie. Much. About this kind of stuff.

So. Um.

Identity crisis. I have no idea how people see me. Nor do I know who I am anymore xD