Yehrrr...
Why is it that every time I go on to livejournal and I tell myself that I'll only scroll madly through my friends page and give a brief post it ends up being three hours more than I planned? I think this place distorts reality...or perhaps reality distorts reality...
I have NEW hair!!!! There's no colour yet (yes, that's right bitch, my hair is blanc!) but that's the next trip X3. I do look like I have brown hair though, the stylist did this swoop-action-thing that brought my bottom hair to the top (in the winter and especially the under layers turn dark). I'd worry about buggering it up for school tomorrow by sleeping on it but with all this screenwriting backup I don't think my ass will leave this chair.
When we, mutty und ich, got back to the house there was a piece of paper attached to the door from FedEx reading that my ipod adapter FINALLY came but that no one was home to receive it so they have it down at the [secret] FedEx station. FUCK! not only is it TWO (2) (due) (zwei) weeks late but now I have to wait another day. Stupido delivery man, they know that the chances of someone being home at 3:30 in the afternoon is low!!! Growl.
My mother is trying to lure me upstairs with crescent rolls.
There is a whole bunch of stuff, and yes stuff is a good word to use in this context, grounding and hiding throughout my room that it may take a few days to gather it all up; all the items of clothing are in the wash pile, there's a set of keys hanging by the door (wait, I don't have a door) to my room, and much more.
So much that I need to do. I have, yes I counted, 8 cds to make; fuction homework, my room, AND I completely forgot about that 7 minute midterm speech for journalism.
I gottago.... Crescent rools...
I have NEW hair!!!! There's no colour yet (yes, that's right bitch, my hair is blanc!) but that's the next trip X3. I do look like I have brown hair though, the stylist did this swoop-action-thing that brought my bottom hair to the top (in the winter and especially the under layers turn dark). I'd worry about buggering it up for school tomorrow by sleeping on it but with all this screenwriting backup I don't think my ass will leave this chair.
When we, mutty und ich, got back to the house there was a piece of paper attached to the door from FedEx reading that my ipod adapter FINALLY came but that no one was home to receive it so they have it down at the [secret] FedEx station. FUCK! not only is it TWO (2) (due) (zwei) weeks late but now I have to wait another day. Stupido delivery man, they know that the chances of someone being home at 3:30 in the afternoon is low!!! Growl.
My mother is trying to lure me upstairs with crescent rolls.
There is a whole bunch of stuff, and yes stuff is a good word to use in this context, grounding and hiding throughout my room that it may take a few days to gather it all up; all the items of clothing are in the wash pile, there's a set of keys hanging by the door (wait, I don't have a door) to my room, and much more.
So much that I need to do. I have, yes I counted, 8 cds to make; fuction homework, my room, AND I completely forgot about that 7 minute midterm speech for journalism.
I gottago.... Crescent rools...