a dreaded sunny day

so let's go where we're happy and i'll meet you at the cemetery gates...
mmmm the smiths, they make me happy.

it's actually not that dreaded to be a sunny day. most of the time. 50-60 degrees is extremely lovely weather as long as i can find shade. i don't much like the sun in my face.

i am grounded. it is really a terribly unfortunate event. i am not allowed to dye my hair. but i did anyways, because it's my hair. i didn't think it would be that big of a deal, but my father was very angry. and i fought with him about it. so that probably didn't help. but i can't just sit back and listen to people be ignorant. it really is my biggest pet peeve. i can't stand my father. he is a terrible ignorant bigot. so i don't know how long i'm grounded, but it'll be a pretty fair amount of time.

i'm also grounded for wearing makeup to school. and because i went to scooters to study. okay sir, next time i just won't study, damnit.

i was also informed that i have no freedom in my house. awesome. i love my life.