Showbread, purple hair, and coffee.

If Jason had waited five minutes, Emily and I wouldn't be stuck at home. It's really boring here. I wish I could drive. Or at least go questing on the trails. But my mom's scared of them and won't let me go. She's showing my aunt and uncle houses. I want coffee. And a Showbread CD. And a book. Preferably one by Andrew Schwab. I'm going to dye my hair purple. All of it. And I might do this cool horizontal stripe-thing called a coontail. I really want to dye my sister's hair burgundy. And I want to dye Lauren's hair blue. She's got perfect hair for it. I think dying your hair is addictive. But it's so fun! I made a mocha. But I can't listen to Mouth Like a Magazine because Emily's watching tv. Showbread reminds me of Family Force 5, but with more makeup, less crunk, and less ego. And not southern. All good things in my book. I like guys in makeup. Unless they look like a girl. There's a fine line. Between eyeliner and guyliner. Just no sparkles, please. And NO HANNAH MONTANNA, EMILY! Oh, my bad, it's Miley Cyrus. Like it makes a difference. I saw Pirates Who Don't Do Anything on Sunday. It was fun. We're walking rocks, we're walking rocks, we don't wear any shoes or socks. I'm going to just randomly sing that. In public. I like it when people think I'm psychotic. I've always suspected that I am.