My brother has been growing his hair out for a few years.
It all started one night at the dinner table, when I said, "hey, you should grow out your hair!" and he said, "hey, I think I'll do that!" and it (dare I say it?) grew from there.

It was very dark brown, and so soft and shiny, and it had a very sweet little curl at the ends.

It's still very dark brown.

And soft and shiny.

But no curl.

More like...spikes.

(I wonder if the hairdresser at Sport Clips got her inspiration from the Volleyball on TV?)

No more the '20-year-old-lumberjack-who-doesn't-believe-in-bathing' look.

No more the 'freak-flag-flying-retro-punk-hippie-grunge-rebel-without-a-cause' look.

And hopefully, I can get back my peace medallion.

WE HAVE CHICKS!!

True, they are loud.

True, they are stupid.

True, they are a pain.

But they are just so cute.

It's something about those pleading, curious eyes and those vulnerable, not-quite-there ears.

But of course, I am not at all taken in by these miniature pom-poms. Oh, no. I chase the cat away from them and clean out their box and endure their suprisingly loud ''peep-peep''s for one reason, and one reason only: the fact that one day, these small, pesky, adorable fluffballs will be laying eggs for my breakfast.

As if determined to throw a wrench into the works of my Pretty Wonderful Week, Facebook has recently kicked my off.

Their reason?

Homeschooled. Me. That's right.

I have been discriminated against not because of skin color, not because of race, not because of religion, not because of political leanings, but because my school isn't like everyone else's school.

How impossibly American.

I didn't think it was possible to be kicked off a 'social network' unless you were a certified public menace.

Do I even need to say how disgusting, infuriating, and just plain unfair this is?