"berlin is the testicles of the west."
Oh, Patrick.
So the other day my mom came in with a hoopla of hair dyes, scissors, and razors, and goes "Moira let's play hairdresser!!". So both of us have uneven, botched hair cuts. Not that mine was ever even seeing how Ariel originally cut it, but yeah, we're pretty cute.
Gabe came by yesterday to show me his finished art project, which is this totally amazing picture collage. I'm in quite a few of the pictures, so I was very pumped about the whole thing.
And then there was my orchestra concert which was pretty okay, I like did this thing where I momentarily forgot I was onstage with an insttttrument and it took me like 4 measures to get back on track, it was pretty cute. But in spite of that fiasco my parents got me flowers and took me to get coffee. And who's going to see The Dyl on Saturday? Mmmmmmm, me. Who has no money for like another month because they're going to see The Dyl on Saturday? Mmmmm, me. Donations are welcome.
Ahhhhh, it's almost Christmas time. I'm so excited I could vom.
It's the bat that I found sleeping inside my window shutter. Nyaaaaaaaaw.