Rats Eating Sausages
I will update because I like my layout. It might not impress me on a PC or on my dirty old i-book, but on a shiny new mac it looks similarly shiny and apple made. This computer isn't even that new, but it's still shiny and that's what counts. Read some sarcasm please. Tonight was an Anton Barbeau show, the weekly occurance that has made mondays liveable. We talked about Canada, Alexander Graham Bell, the fetus floating in the lamp above our heads, Francis' birthday. The show is more a conversation than a show. Sometimes he'll play a song, usually one that we have requested, unless he refuses to sing the songs that we request because they're obscure and he doesn't know the words or the chords even though all of his songs have the same chords. This is Anton Barbeau:
I have awful brown hair and something needs done about it. Maybe I'll spend the last of my hoarded away birthday money on bleach. But I'm sure if I took it out the front door it wouldn't make it that far. Perhaps the money I know is floating arround in a pants pocket somewhere. Bleach because when you're blonde the dying possibilities are endless. I was going to post a picture of what I look like RIGHT NOW but the photo booth application isn't working. I'm quite cold. Tomorrow I get to go to the dentist and then I get to go to my grandma's house and learn about math! Oh joy. I miss something and I'm not sure if I could name it if I wanted to. Maybe my brain will work better when I'm blonde. As much as I don't like to think of myself as a blonde I've almost become more comfortable as one. I'm to glum and down to earth to have hair that says "Look at me! (or don't) I'm glum and down to earth." And this is one of the many reasons why I want to cut it all off. And by that I mean cut it short. But I have a very fat face.
I have awful brown hair and something needs done about it. Maybe I'll spend the last of my hoarded away birthday money on bleach. But I'm sure if I took it out the front door it wouldn't make it that far. Perhaps the money I know is floating arround in a pants pocket somewhere. Bleach because when you're blonde the dying possibilities are endless. I was going to post a picture of what I look like RIGHT NOW but the photo booth application isn't working. I'm quite cold. Tomorrow I get to go to the dentist and then I get to go to my grandma's house and learn about math! Oh joy. I miss something and I'm not sure if I could name it if I wanted to. Maybe my brain will work better when I'm blonde. As much as I don't like to think of myself as a blonde I've almost become more comfortable as one. I'm to glum and down to earth to have hair that says "Look at me! (or don't) I'm glum and down to earth." And this is one of the many reasons why I want to cut it all off. And by that I mean cut it short. But I have a very fat face.