Entry Number 2.
My hair. Oh God, it was like InuYasha's, the little bastard never takes care of his hair. I had to scrub for an hour to get the green out, and now it's dry and some of it fell out and...
Split ends. Split. Ends.
They will pay dearly.
Teachers, the principal has suggested we gather together to discuss midterms and... prom. Perhaps we should set up a time to do so.