Snazz, Jazz & Razzamatazz

Tomorrow I'm doing something. Something I haven't done since I was like, 9. *ahem* Rebecca and I are going to the mall, and walking to Claires, and getting our ears pierced. *.* I'm not scared, per se, but I'm a little nervous because I can't be so carefree with my ears once they've got holes in 'em. I mean, I sleep best when I've got my pillow all squashed up under my ear. I let my holes close up before 'cause they got infected (some 9-year-olds just aren't the best at cleaning their ears). So we'll see if I can be a big girl and make it all the way to wearing cute earrings this time.