So um, today at lunch, my friend told me that I was pretty.. but it sorta went like this:
Me Friend: Why do you have to be so pretty? I mean, why can't you just be ugly?!
And when she said that, I was like completely quiet. In my head I was thinking, is that supposed to be a compliment, or an insult?? And then she started ranting off about whatever. And then later on, she said my hair was pretty and she liked playing with it until I cut it. And she happened to miss my long hair, and threatened to chop off her own hair and glue it onto mine... Then she said that would hurt a lot so nevermind. I'm not sure if I should feel loved, or terrified. But, the idea is still there somewhere.... =.= But um, wow, thanks Marley. Thanks a lot. Thanks for the what-I-hope-are-compliments-and-not-death-threats!! They mean a lot to me.. Good and bad... But that sure did make my day!
