Last night I went out with my parents and grandparents to Borders and then to Denny's. My plan was to go see The Corpse Bride with Giselle after dinner (along with the usual contingency plan of going alone if she proved as difficult to get ahold of as usual).

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When my grandparents arrived at my house to pick up my dad and I to go eat lunch today, I hadn't yet put gel in my hair or anything. When my grandmother saw my mushroomy hair, she asked, "What's this hairstyle you have now? I like it, you look like Harry Potter!"

It might be time to break out the trimmer.