When my mom gets home I might be going to get a hair cut, though it sort of depends on if she decides to be bipolar-ish and say she never said that I could get my hair cut. If she doesn't change her mind, my hair will most likely end up MUCH shorter. For that I will be very glad. I've always liked my hair short.

The only reason my mom even somewhat gave in to letting me get my hair cut is so it will look nice for the interview, so... YAY INTERVIEW!

I have quite a few haircuts that I've found online that I like, I just hope one of them suits my face shape, because, y'know, I have no clue what my face shape is (it's, like, inbetween heart and oval shaped?), so I don't know if it'll look good. 

Other than that...

I got my results from the P.S.A.T. back! I got, like, 92nd percentile out of every single person in the nation who took the test, which is supposed to be really high for a Freshman, since the only grade that they actually record the scores officially for is Junior year, and I think it was 75% of it that is taught in Sophomore and Junior year... So, yeah.

I got the highest score out of the Freshmen at my Junior High who took it, I don't know about the other Junior Highs in the district, but chances are I also have the highest score out of all the Freshmen in my district who took it.

Music from Fahrenheit (Fei Lun Hai in Mandarin) is really calming, for some reason... They just win over all. Not over Antic Cafe, but Antic Cafe is more for 'MAKE ME HYPER NOW!' music.

Inteview... Interview... Interview... WHY CAN'T IT BE TOMORROW ALREADY?!

I'm literally shaking with excitement/nervousness/hyperness/dread right now. It's like... All those feelings mixed in a huge pasta pot and with super spicy sause and all of the foods I that make me barf (pickles, onions, and lettuce).

16 hours and 45 minutes now...