I'm not dead! w00t
Well, wow. Been a while, eh? Lessee...what's happened.... *flashback sequence*
Math field was a while ago, but not long ago enough. First was the county-wide competition where we didn't do anything. Everybody took the same test, so we high schoolers had more of a chance to get stuff right. It was a 10th-12th category for us, so there was some calculus mixed in. Everybody that showed up for our division got to go on though. We were supposed to have ten people on a team for regionals, but we had four.
Four. And two didn't show. So it was just me and Heather. We got our butts kicked by Mon and Marion...stupid M schools.
Then about a week ago I got about seventeen inches chopped off my hair. It's about to my shoulders now, and a helluva lot lighter. My sister had the supreme joy of hacking it off and layering it with a razor. Oddly, she also made a joke about dying my hair pink, thinking I would be horrified at the idea. However, I just started laughing because my friends have a nasty habit of calling me Sakura, after the pink-haired kunoichi of Naruto.
On that note, Saturday, at Trey's birthday party, I borrowed a forehead protector and put my hair up like Sakura. Of course, I was sitting on the ledge of his bathtub at the time, talking to three friends that were sitting inside it and one sitting on the sink. We decided that his bedroom was insane at the time, so we were chillin' in the bathroom. It was a fun party.
¡Viva el baño!
Math field was a while ago, but not long ago enough. First was the county-wide competition where we didn't do anything. Everybody took the same test, so we high schoolers had more of a chance to get stuff right. It was a 10th-12th category for us, so there was some calculus mixed in. Everybody that showed up for our division got to go on though. We were supposed to have ten people on a team for regionals, but we had four.
Four. And two didn't show. So it was just me and Heather. We got our butts kicked by Mon and Marion...stupid M schools.
Then about a week ago I got about seventeen inches chopped off my hair. It's about to my shoulders now, and a helluva lot lighter. My sister had the supreme joy of hacking it off and layering it with a razor. Oddly, she also made a joke about dying my hair pink, thinking I would be horrified at the idea. However, I just started laughing because my friends have a nasty habit of calling me Sakura, after the pink-haired kunoichi of Naruto.
On that note, Saturday, at Trey's birthday party, I borrowed a forehead protector and put my hair up like Sakura. Of course, I was sitting on the ledge of his bathtub at the time, talking to three friends that were sitting inside it and one sitting on the sink. We decided that his bedroom was insane at the time, so we were chillin' in the bathroom. It was a fun party.
¡Viva el baño!