Smoke

Well the bout of concerts went well. I never passed out, or almost passed out. Backstage was a bit tedious, Kendra was extra gloomy with a helping of clingy on the side. Though I suppose I really shouldn't talk about her behind her back, I honestly don't have the energy to care anymore. Ever since I had a dream about her a few nights ago I've loathed her touch. I don't really like when people get into my dreams when I don't want them there. Not that I dream much anyway. Oh, and I suppose I should say that Cleo is not in danger of being given away. That's something Dave is good for, he calms down my mom and doesn't mind spending money on her. I think she really likes both of those things. Oof. Lots of angst going on right now. I wasn't even all that angsty today, in fact I had a pretty good day as far as days go. I went to the laundromat to clean comforters, for some reason I like laundromats... or I like how they smell, most of the time. 

About the title, after my brother had dropped Scout off from the concert he told me how it was tradition to smoke a... I dunno, like a miniature cigar thing (I can't remember what he called them) after your sophomore Christmas concert.  He said I should smoke one with him, and I surprised myself and said "fuck it" and I did. I mean, I didn't really inhale or anyshit like that. I treat my lungs like a temple, but I puffed it or whatever you call it. And it was kindof fun, seriously, I didn't freak out about it or anything. They were even cherry flavored, I could not stop licking my lips. X3 And then he showed me how he did some fancy smoking tricks. (none of which I attempted. I would have gagged, dropped the cigar thingy on my dress and then my choir dress would've been ruined.) But he did teach me how to "properly" launch the thing half-way across the street to put it out. I had to try that a few times... it was pretty cool, if only because me and my brother and I never really "hang out" together. But afterwords my mouth started to taste fukken terrible. That alone will keep me from seriously taking up smoking, I hate it when my mouth tastes weird.

Oh, my hair was a madhouse today. I let it go all crazy curly and then I just shoved random bows and clips into my hair. Also, my hair how it turned out.--> (not purple or red but I've gotten over the disappointment/ rage) For some reason I had the urge to attack this with Paint, turns out, I am very purple/blue. :/ weird. After I took this picture I stuck a red feather that's probably over a foot long in my hair as well, side ways so that if someone weren't paying attention when they walked by me it'd smack them right in them face. (Or shoulder. Derp, I'm short)
I think that's about it for my latest "adventures." Oh, I read the first book of Sin City. That freaking crazy cannibal guy disturbed the hell out of me. *shivers*
I suppose that is all, peace out and all that. :3