I'm wearing a nose strip and I do hope these goddamn things work. I really hate my nose cause I've got so much blackheads on it. I think I would be beautiful if only the scars from my ancient acne would disappear, but until they are there, I will just have to trust technology to make myself look presentable to humanity.

During lunch, my friends and I were talking once again about the lesbians which compose half the population of the school. And let me tell you, it wasn't a very pretty conversation. I found out that one of my friends caught the girl who sits behind me making out with one of the pretty seniors sometime last month. And Nikki told me that the girl who sat beside her in sixth grade would describe make-out sessions she had with another girl. Wow. This is getting so weird. I never thought that kind of shit would happen in--of all places--my school. And the ironic thing about it is that we could be in quite a lot of trouble if the school authorities catch us wearing 2-inch heels, but they aren't doing anything about the lesbian acts in the school.

Okay, I know that I sound like a flubbering bag of hormones (as Peter not-so-nicely puts it) cause I talk about guys a lot but that does not mean that every guy I hang out with (offline) automatically becomes my boyfriend. Like Stephen, for example. So the two of us went to the movies together, big deal. And then Peter suggested that I ask him (Stephen) out. Just because I'd asked Peter out doesn't mean I will do so with every guy that will become my friend in the future. Besides, Stephen has a girlfriend. And as far as I know, that's the end of the story.

Oh yeah, and I had my hair cut. It wasn't entirely my idea; in fact, Angelica suggested it. "Lauren, your hair is a mess," she told me last Friday for the millionth time. That ticked me off because I had just combed the horrid, tangled, mess. So she told me to have it cut, and to add more layers cause the layers in my hair isn't so obvious. So I had it cut, into shaggy layers. If you want me to make use of adjectives in order to describe it, I can't think of anything else except: "My hair looks like this and this celebrity." And I don't WANT to think that I look like a celebrity (especially because my hair looks like Britney Spears' hair). So if you want adjectives, the only proper way to say it is, "My hair looks like me."

The nose strip feels as hard as cement now. I think it's time to peel it off.