  I think I officially know what I want to be when I grow up. While talent isn’t actually necessary to be commercially successful (see: any band on TRL) stage fright can put damper on performing. Oh well, I have another, less scary, notion. One hint: I know . No school today, it’s the end of semester break. I ventured to Robin's, where Dunn (first name Anna; such a copycat) and Rob went to work on my traditionally unkempt mane of hair. There was a huge potential for disaster, seeing as we used regular kitchen sicssors and neither friend had cut hair before. But it looks great, exactly they way I wanted it to. Choppy and messy and uneven and perfect. Rob's mom was at work, so we had the house to ourselves. I sat in the middle of the kitchen and we blarred Rilo Kiley. It allowed Dunn and Rob to be inspired, and my hair ended up eerily similar to Jenny Lewis'. Not bad. Affectionately… Anna 
