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due to interest that was expressed about the girl from yesterday's hair, here follows a greater explanation, as she is in fact sitting once again alarmingly close to me. right across from me, in fact, and I'm attempting to be covert in my examination by moving my computer screen higher. I'm not sure I'm succeeding. she still keeps staring at me maliciously, but she's been doing that since I walked in. perhaps she's just cranky all the time? anyway....
her hair looks as though it's been bleached about ten thousand times, like if she tried to do one more thing to it, it would melt. it's also unbelievably frizzy, but not in a cute curly sort of way, more in an "I put so much crap in my hair that it's all declared war and forced my hair to look awful" sort of way. it honestly looks sort of like she bought a really bad wig at wal-mart or somewhere comparable and is just wearing it around for kicks.
on another note, wal-mart has some really pretty halloween wigs.
and there's a cute guy with a ponytail smiling in this general direction.
I'm bored out of my MIND today, and all we're making for the next five weeks (*cringe*) is bread. bread, bread, bread, bread. there shouldn't be this many types of bread, that's my official opinion.
wait, why do people keep looking at me? I think there's something on my face? I dunno. and right now, I don't care.
I'm cranky. I blame the cranky people I've been hanging out with all day. what the hell is wrong with people? rar.
vegetarians eat bread, right? isn't that weird? because it's technically killing a living thing, especially seeing as how we coax all that yeast into an active state and then murder it cold-bloodedly by forcing it into the oven. poor yeast.
in other news, I'm sick of bread. except focaccia bread, which I could eat forever. and I love my chef, because he gave us unlimited access to garlic. A+ in my book, because garlic is great.
god I'm nosey. but then, people should use smaller type on their computers. damn it. if they didn't present me with the temptation, I wouldn't snoop so much.
anyway. Martha is yelling at me, because I'm her ride out of here, and she's insanely cranky today. I'm tempted to stay on here forever just to piss her off, but I know that's just me being contrary, so I'll go.
and I'm going to call people. soon, I swear. my cell phone scares me these days, and I don't know why. perhaps because I'm a hermit. or something. ( or maybe I'm just crazy and people forgot to tell me (or are trying to call me to inform me ) whatever.
weird entry. sorry.
her hair looks as though it's been bleached about ten thousand times, like if she tried to do one more thing to it, it would melt. it's also unbelievably frizzy, but not in a cute curly sort of way, more in an "I put so much crap in my hair that it's all declared war and forced my hair to look awful" sort of way. it honestly looks sort of like she bought a really bad wig at wal-mart or somewhere comparable and is just wearing it around for kicks.
on another note, wal-mart has some really pretty halloween wigs.
and there's a cute guy with a ponytail smiling in this general direction.
I'm bored out of my MIND today, and all we're making for the next five weeks (*cringe*) is bread. bread, bread, bread, bread. there shouldn't be this many types of bread, that's my official opinion.
wait, why do people keep looking at me? I think there's something on my face? I dunno. and right now, I don't care.
I'm cranky. I blame the cranky people I've been hanging out with all day. what the hell is wrong with people? rar.
vegetarians eat bread, right? isn't that weird? because it's technically killing a living thing, especially seeing as how we coax all that yeast into an active state and then murder it cold-bloodedly by forcing it into the oven. poor yeast.
in other news, I'm sick of bread. except focaccia bread, which I could eat forever. and I love my chef, because he gave us unlimited access to garlic. A+ in my book, because garlic is great.
god I'm nosey. but then, people should use smaller type on their computers. damn it. if they didn't present me with the temptation, I wouldn't snoop so much.
anyway. Martha is yelling at me, because I'm her ride out of here, and she's insanely cranky today. I'm tempted to stay on here forever just to piss her off, but I know that's just me being contrary, so I'll go.
and I'm going to call people. soon, I swear. my cell phone scares me these days, and I don't know why. perhaps because I'm a hermit. or something. ( or maybe I'm just crazy and people forgot to tell me (or are trying to call me to inform me ) whatever.
weird entry. sorry.