Well, I wrote it and I was not inflamed one bit.

I realized I haven't been to a concert at my school since high school. Road trips were so fun, especially the ones that started as soon as the first of your friends passed their road test. Other things I remember about high school:

• wishing so badly that I was good at sports every other day in gym class
• my sister poetically rewriting all my papers up until junior year
• walking my dog to the pond everyday after school with Molly Bell
  
• the first words I read by Ralph Waldo Emerson (oh, to fall in love with words)
• the first words I read by Henry David Thoreau (oh, to fall in love with words, all over again, twenty minutes later)
• a friendship pact to see DMB in concert every summer for the rest of our lives
• public speaking: the only bad grade I ever got in an English class
• PIG project: Methamphetamine Lab Detection in Tioga County. I never knew how poorly we did in that class until report cards came out. Who knew that laughing at drugs while raising awareness would be considered unacceptable? Not me.
  
• warm keystone beer
• sexing fruit flies in biology lab
• a mid-January camping trip up in the mountains of Candor
• a food coma induced nap that struck every afternoon during Calculus class

3. When you are cutting your bangs anywhere near the natural fall of the eyebrow lines....Guess what?! This is totally the dangerzone. I'll say it again. This is the DangerZone. Why? Because this is the one point where you have to take into account that the weight of the length of the bangs that you are cutting off has a way of defying gravity. So what does that mean? It means that the hairline and the growth patterns of your hair might take over and cause your bangs to appear a lot shorter and in some cases your bangs will look like a stunt double for "There's something about Mary" and we all know what those bangs look like.

I was led to this after I cut my bangs wrong and googled, "I cut my bangs wrong." At first I was really flustered, but then I thought, Do I really care? Since when have I been known for having good hair, anyway?