Girls are Crazy.

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Ok maybe that is an unfair statement. Maybe it should really be I am Crazy. I am having trouble shutting my brain off regarding this new guy. Why? I don't obsess about anything else except boys. There is a whole year of counseling there somewhere. My counselor is such a lucky lady.

But on a different and totally unrelated (because I am sick of admitting that I am a total nutter) I got my bangs cut last night and decided I wanted them really short. Becareful what you ask for cause I got them really short. Now if I only had a Carebear back pack I would be ready for my first day of kindergarten. Only I'd be riding the short bus.

Great.

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