I'm not too thrilled with the bangs. They're just the right length that they curl right into my eyes. If I cut them shorter they'll look spastic, so I'm pretty much stuck with them this way until they grow out. I think I liked my hairstyle better when it had no style.

Why do they call them "bangs," anyway? If you know, please tell me. Or maybe that's a question for Cecil. Or maybe even Marbles.

I had lunch with my friend Steph today, which is nothing new. We amused ourselves the whole hour by acting like kids, which is also nothing new. We were trying to remember our 8th grad origami ... you know, the paper things we used to fold in class when we were kids? The paper pacman, the fortune tellers, the neatly folded notes with the little "pull me" tabs? We figured out the fortune teller and the notes, but we couldn't remember how to make the pacman puppet. I'll probably obsess over that one for a while. If you know how to fold a pacman, I'd appreciate it if you'd tell me that, too.

I love Steph. I never tell her that, but I think she knows. I hope she does. Maybe she'll read it here, but if she does I doubt she'll mention it. She's more like a sister to me than either of my sisters. She's the kind of friend that, no matter how down either of us feel, when we get together we always end up laughing. More often than not it's the gut-busting, tearing-up, physically painful, can't stop kind of laughing. We can crack each other up over the most gooberish things. I love that. Sometimes I get down because I don't have more friends, people I can just hang with and go do stuff with ... but when you have that kind of friendship, one is really all you need. I think it's a blessing to experience that kind of friendship and to have it in your life. Not everybody has that. Some people never have more than acquaintences. I really am blessed to have a friend like Steph. I just never want to forget that.