March 26th, 2010. 9:31AM, computer lab 419
I'm sitting in the computer lab with my best friend at school, Emily Kelly.
It just stopped snowing, even though it shouldn't have been raining, snowing, anything COLD at all. It's MARCH for God's sake.
I don't know where on earth Derk is (that's my boyfriend). It's B block and usually him, Emily and I meet up for our free and hang out. But he's not here and I don't know why. Him and I have been going out almost 2 months now and we're always fighting. We have been in the same math class for 3 years now. He had a crush on me for a year before we started flirting in class this year. I never in a million years thought that I would go out with him; Derek Goldstone. The flirting was just fun I guess. But I lead him on pretty far and we started talking outside of school more and more, and eventually started hanging out, and sooner or later after a lot of bumps we became boyfriend and girlfriend. I was happy. I liked it. I felt secure being with Derek. He certainly isn't an asshole like most of my ex boyfriends and girls that have broken my heart. No, no Derek is different. We fight so much because my mom took me off some of my medication and now I'm incredibly moody and prone to fighting. But hopefully this weekend I'll be put back to my regular dosage and all will be well; hopefully.
After school I'm getting my hurr did. I get ridiculously bored with my hair VERY often. I put a couple pink (supposed to be purple) streaks in my hair last week...but now I'm tired of them. So I'm getting my hair a darker brown, two-three inches off, layered with sweeped bangs. It's been a while since I've had full on bangs. I'm scared but also really excited for the change. I haven't told Derek about the bangs yet...hope he doesn't mind :p but he says I'm beautiful no matter what lol.
Sadly I have to walk home in the slush after school to get my 1997 Honda Accord and then drive on the slippery wet roads all the way to Sudbury to get my hair done and then walk next store to work at my family's restaurant for the night.
Wish me luck~
olive juice,
Daisy May
