Change

I'm wondering what Dr. Freud would say about one that has a dream about a bright blue (as in flourescent) dog coming over and flopping down so you can pet him. A bit strange, I would say. But as my dreams go, it's fairly tame.

I'm depressed about life today, and other than the beginning of school, I have no reason to be. I actually like school, but I'm dreading it at the moment. I've been through enough changes in the past few months to want to stay static for a while. But this is a big change, and my one two three four five senses are working overtime. Trying to figure out my next move. I laid in bed after waking up trying to think of the perfect outfit to wear, and I came up with something so incredibly boring.

I get a hair cut today, which I'm kind of scared about too. And I realized that after today, it will be ponytail time from here on out. Certain things I can't forget. Restraining my hair is one of them.