Lol. Wow. My mom doesn't really care, but she's not here this week. My dad will probably make jokes about it later on tonight. He did last night... But yeah, and my brother will probably flip out a bit. *shrugs*
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world. — Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah