Fruity Pebbles?
Yes, my hair does smell like fruity pebbles. I redyed it last night, but we only had one box. I thought that since I chopped off a good third/fourth of it, I'd only need one box.
Yeah right.
So, half of my hair is dyed (the top half.) The ends are a weird honey color because some of the dye dripped. The top is pretty. And it does smell yummy.
I was kept home again today. Sigh. I miss school. I miss the PAC. I miss my friends. I miss Beeler screaming at me. Nevermind, no I don't.
Well, Katey will get to be Aileen again today. It figures: Aileen gets sick, and I'm home. So, Katey gets that.
GODDAMNIT!!!!!!!!
I dreamt about Wal-Mart today. Something about raspberry flavored shampoo and popcorn purses.
EDIT:
I reread Les Miserables last night. And something magical occured to me.
Eponine? Yeah. She's a whiny little bitch.
Seriously. She's nancing about after this guy with the IQ of Swiss cheese and who's nancing after a girl with the IQ of MELTED cheese, and all she's doing is whining. Seriously. If I was her, I'd kick Marius in the nuts, go over to the ABC cafe and make pretty eyes at one of the slightly more intelligent boys (who, granted, do die in around four hundred pages) and then get laid.
That's all she needs.
Eponine, GET LAID.
Mmmkay, thanks.
Mmphgh. I feel mostly better. Anyone want to hang out over the weekend? I'm no longer sick... I just have a cough, now.
Yeah right.
So, half of my hair is dyed (the top half.) The ends are a weird honey color because some of the dye dripped. The top is pretty. And it does smell yummy.
I was kept home again today. Sigh. I miss school. I miss the PAC. I miss my friends. I miss Beeler screaming at me. Nevermind, no I don't.
Well, Katey will get to be Aileen again today. It figures: Aileen gets sick, and I'm home. So, Katey gets that.
GODDAMNIT!!!!!!!!
I dreamt about Wal-Mart today. Something about raspberry flavored shampoo and popcorn purses.
EDIT:
I reread Les Miserables last night. And something magical occured to me.
Eponine? Yeah. She's a whiny little bitch.
Seriously. She's nancing about after this guy with the IQ of Swiss cheese and who's nancing after a girl with the IQ of MELTED cheese, and all she's doing is whining. Seriously. If I was her, I'd kick Marius in the nuts, go over to the ABC cafe and make pretty eyes at one of the slightly more intelligent boys (who, granted, do die in around four hundred pages) and then get laid.
That's all she needs.
Eponine, GET LAID.
Mmmkay, thanks.
Mmphgh. I feel mostly better. Anyone want to hang out over the weekend? I'm no longer sick... I just have a cough, now.