hair stuff

So pretty much my whole life I have constantly gotten compliments about my hair. These people tell me to never cut it or do anything crazy to it...some even threatened to beat me up if I did...and yeah I know that hair enhances a person's( girl's) beauty but that is not all there is to me...infact I find that the least interesting thing about me...I feel that very few people know me truly and have experienced that even when I do try and tell people (mostly guys) what I am interested in and what I do and what is important to me I am still put in a particular category which I want no part in...I am not consumed in my image and have very little respect for those who think that the way they look and who they hang out with makes them some type of elite...I dress how I feel and honestly thats the loudest voice I have now-a-days...so yeah lets get back to the point...to put this all in a nutshell, I am sick of my hair and all of the hubulabub that comes with it (no really its a big pain especially after I wash it)...so I cut it all off...in my bathroom to the tune of this song....

and really thats not the only reason I cut my hair...I have been wanting to do it for some years now and I am really happy cause now I can shake my hair to the beat of a song I like...it also doesnt get caught in anything anymore either... so yeah I dont know how long I will keep it but I really like it and now all I need is some Dr.Martens and a crop top and I will be happy

I would like to have some sour trolli gummies right now

This is my official summer bordom video...welp here ya go

Its been a while...its not perfect...but neither are you

So I never knew that singing while playing the guitar was as difficult as it is...i learned this song in may but decided this morning to sing it...i sang some of the words wrong i think...and i didnt tune the guitar so...yeah...i dunno

Im gonna do one with my guitar next :)))))

So yeah the sound is off and I dont know all the words...

coldplay is my vehicle into another world

SO THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS!!!

you get real bored...your voice is crackling and popping...but you cant get that stupid song out of your head so you sing it until you get sick of hearing yourself sing it....dont judge me...im not tryna sing in life...

Venting...

I am sick of living in Nebraska and going to this school where I go to class and I am the only minority and the people dont have any clue what affirmative action or institutional racism is...then they ask...what are you anyways...IM A FREAKING ALIEN...I CAME FROM OUTSIDE SPACE...and then when we have to create a human they say that they want a guy who's pants dont sag and they speak a certain way and look a certain way and they grew up in a small town...I'm tired of this place it has no culture...all it has is corn...i want my tan back...I don't want to hear that a Blonde hair blue eyed guy is the ideal human anymore...i really dont...i want some sour trolli gummies right now...dont ask me what I'm mixed with cause I really couldn't tell ya...my bike needs air...i need a job...why am I the only one who didnt know there was a paper due...why when I talk to the teacher eveybody looks and listens in...


and lastly, i would love to know...PLEASE somebody tell me

WHAT ARE THESE JOKERS GOOD FOR?