Nine Inch Nails

Today and yesterday, to family and friends, I have been bragging. Haha, that sentence was almost completely backwards! And no one can make me change it! No professor with a red pen can touch this blog! Muah-ah-ah-ah! Ok, I've veered off subject (already). What I've been bragging about is a fingernail. Sounds dumb, huh? As a chronic nail-biter, this fingernail is very important to me. It is nice and white and rounded and perfect. Of course, the rest of my nails look like crap, but the one nice one is like an oasis in a desert, a symbol of peace in this chaotic, crazy world!! Ok, I'm overdoing it. I'm happy now that I have hope for nail-ful hands. Maybe if I grow them one at a time, my life of jagged, yucky nails will be forgotten one day. I'll conquer a lifelong bad habit and have beautiful hands!!! I'll be unstoppable! Except, I don't think I'll be able to type very well with long nails. Once when I put on some fake nails, I couldn't do ANYTHING!! So I'll have to keep them semi-short. But with nail clippers!