Chop Off My Hair!

My grandmother called this morning, as did my grandfather. I am not to thrilled to see them.
On another not, I can't believe how heavy I am. I'm only 86 fucking pounds!!!!!!!! I am vair vair angry about this.
Special Report:
Oh your God! Mt little brother is growing up. It's so cute. He's got a girlfriend. Her name is Lyn.
She's been avoiding him latly though and he wanted edvice.
I told him then, that he needed to shower more.
And then he said the cutest little thing, "Would deodrant help, too?"
I almost died laughing. It was that funny. "Yes, it might help."
He smiled. Then he hit me saying as he left, "You put this in your blog, I will kill you."
The fun part is, he'll never know. He will never know.
Now, Jack is in 5th grade this year. The truly sad thing is, I think he's smarter then I am. I think my 9 year old brother is smarter then me, too.
In other news:
I'm going to get my hair cut again. I loiked it short. I loved my hair being all long, but then again your sense of style changes with your age. I think I'll cut it to my chin in front and a little shorter in the back because, as many have pointed out before, the hair on the back of my head grows faster then that in the front.
So, that's pretty much all I have to say right now. So, yeah. Bye.