Whee! Finished reading all my LJ friends entries! Go me! And I finally ordered my copy of Sundowner, so all is merry.

Well, most things are merry. This morning, I had my senior yearbook photos taken, so I got all glammed up with a hairtrim (curly this time, rather than straight) and evil makeup of doom. Unfortunately, when Kurt (the hairdresser) was finishing up, he accidentally touched my forehead with the curling iron. I jerked back immediately, so the burn wasn't too bad, but still, I have this odd, pallid, discolored splotch on my left temple. Not fun. Especially because my mom kept touching it. Ouch. Fortunately, the photographer said that he doubted it would show up in the pictures, so it's all good. *nods and applies aloe to her forehead* Bah.

But Kurt is cool, so I forgive him. Hah, he's actually the Bush girls' hairdresser, too. Yet another amusing aspect of living in Dallas! My sister was in the twins' class. Grandparents Day was always entertaining because of all Bush Sr.'s bodyguards. Har! Good times, good times.