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Wow, I'm really not awake until noon.
I was a zombie in Latin... I don't even remember anything that happened, except staring at the new ring I got and writing a whole bunch of nonsense about being tired in my notebook. Everyone said they like my highlights, which pleases me. I'm thinking that, if my skin tone will allow it, the next stage will be dying my hair completely red. I've loved red hair for ages... but then again, brown hair goes with just about anything, so I might just dye it back when the highlights/lowlights grow out.
Or I might dye it a darker shade. Yeah, baby.
So, I've missed being online so much. I've had some pretty crazy personal stuff going on, and I had another journal in which I vented n junk... but whatever, things are getting better and I hate being "secretive", so I'm back. *hugs this LJ* I missed it. Besides, I was going into internet withdrawal... I know, it's so sad. I have an addiction, and I'm acknowledging it - I'm addicted to the internet. ;) Hah. At any rate, I'll be back to my old procrastinating ways soon enough. I just hope I won't find myself drowning in a sea of work.
Bus drivers are crazy... my bus route is reasonably small and not very popular, but for some reason, the bus assigned to my route was a huge doube bus today. So, we were at the intersection leaving the University, and this other bus pulls up... it's one that's ALWAYS crowded, sometimes so crowded that it just can't stop, even if people are waiting for it... and it was a normal-sized bus. The bus driver pulled up next to my bus and motioned for my driver to open the doors, and she was like, "Isn't that sort of a joke?" (referring to the size of the bus.) And my bus driver goes, "What do you want me to do, laugh?" And then she flipped him the finger and turned the corner.
Maybe it's the bus drivers we should be worrying about, and not the disgruntled postal workers.
Speaking of postal workers... Spencer's been slacking, he owes me a bunch of stuff that he won't send. I suspect treason. Or laziness... one of the two.
Fin.
I was a zombie in Latin... I don't even remember anything that happened, except staring at the new ring I got and writing a whole bunch of nonsense about being tired in my notebook. Everyone said they like my highlights, which pleases me. I'm thinking that, if my skin tone will allow it, the next stage will be dying my hair completely red. I've loved red hair for ages... but then again, brown hair goes with just about anything, so I might just dye it back when the highlights/lowlights grow out.
Or I might dye it a darker shade. Yeah, baby.
So, I've missed being online so much. I've had some pretty crazy personal stuff going on, and I had another journal in which I vented n junk... but whatever, things are getting better and I hate being "secretive", so I'm back. *hugs this LJ* I missed it. Besides, I was going into internet withdrawal... I know, it's so sad. I have an addiction, and I'm acknowledging it - I'm addicted to the internet. ;) Hah. At any rate, I'll be back to my old procrastinating ways soon enough. I just hope I won't find myself drowning in a sea of work.
Bus drivers are crazy... my bus route is reasonably small and not very popular, but for some reason, the bus assigned to my route was a huge doube bus today. So, we were at the intersection leaving the University, and this other bus pulls up... it's one that's ALWAYS crowded, sometimes so crowded that it just can't stop, even if people are waiting for it... and it was a normal-sized bus. The bus driver pulled up next to my bus and motioned for my driver to open the doors, and she was like, "Isn't that sort of a joke?" (referring to the size of the bus.) And my bus driver goes, "What do you want me to do, laugh?" And then she flipped him the finger and turned the corner.
Maybe it's the bus drivers we should be worrying about, and not the disgruntled postal workers.
Speaking of postal workers... Spencer's been slacking, he owes me a bunch of stuff that he won't send. I suspect treason. Or laziness... one of the two.
Fin.