I miss my hair

Got a hiarcut today. I think it looks horrible. It's so much shorter, now. My head feels naked. But Mom's happy, so I guess it was worth it. Maybe.

About Friday night, I don't know what it was, but it felt so good. I went to the Intermediate show for Drama, feeling uncertain about lots of stuff as I usually do. During intermission, I stepped out, bought a Starburst, and looked up. It was an overcast night, but one star was popping out. I prayed like Jiminy Cricket told me to do. Then it started to rain, and I like it when it rains. But everyone else was freaking out, so they tried to get everyone in and start the second half ASAP. And it was cute and funny and worth two and a half bucks. After the show, I felt good, but still overwhelmed with my thoughts as usual. Last year I blogged about a ghost following me home. This time there were three: two guys and a cat. Maybe it was the cat that Mr. Colville said lived under the portables, I dunno. Then it started to rain again. It felt really good. I trodded home as slowly as I could so the feeling could last as long as possible. But before I knew it I was at my front door and I had to go inside; I told Nana I would be home before nine, and it was 8:57. God I never want to forget that. It just felt so right.