  Melissa shaved her head! I have made a very long, detailed, and somewhat strange list of all the things I want to do in my life. Said list includes everything from the standards (bungee jump, skydive, parachute) to the very odd (touch a mummy, meet the Pope, eat a pretzel in Monaco from one of those street vendors) Anyhow, number 26 on this list is “ Shave my head ” and Melissa did it.
I guess it was some sort of declaration about how she doesn’t care what anyone thinks of her, and how superficial people can be. Her hair was gorgeous, mind you, and long, so it was really a change. She looks absolutely gorgeous even still, minus the hair and everything. She said it was liberating, and I should do it too, but there are many things to consider: 1. My parents 2. I will be cold 3. I love my hair Melissa always reminds me that I need to spent time with her, but our schedules don’t coincide… ever.
Whenever she has a day off of the huge collection of church-related functions (youth group, devotional group, mission trip meetings, church, Sunday school, etc. ) I suddenly have something stupid, but necessary to attend. I think her, Anna, and I will go see The Passion next week. I watched the interview with Mel Gibson. I totally understand the appeal of her hyper-breed of Catholism (I actually think these masses are cool, to be honest. Latin is awesome) but I’m not totally sure about his mental stability. It was tradition at Cataldo for the Eighth Graders to do a Passion play every Easter, and I was Mary Magdalene. I really want to see the movie, but there is the little fact about my inability to abstain from sobbing in any movie ever. This is the fucking passion. I might pass out or explode or something. Although Saturday’s events weren’t anything outrageous as far as LC is concerned, word of my pot de-virginization spread quickly.
Several strapping young lads, those neo-hippie hotties, expressed excitement (“Man! We totally can hang out now! Are you going to Drum Circle next week? !”) My brother told some people, I guess, and David told some more. All in all, I was accosted several times. It wasn’t too awful, I suppose. I’m not sure how I really feel about it. Affectionately… Anna 
