My mother thinks it would be a good idea to keep a journal. But instead of acctually spending money on a notebook I probley won't use for anything but random lyrics stuck in my head, or doodles, I'll just write in here.
I'm randomly PMSing. Fun. Just ********' fun. Really.
But, today I spent 3 hours of my time getting my hair streaked with some red-violet crap. And I had to bleach my hair. So, I saw it blonde. And it didn't look too bad, so I left some of it blonde.
So, now I'm constantly reminded of the horried three hour experiance, without my sudoku game. It was boring, and I spent most my time trying to memorize faces passing by the salon until I figured out that the reason I can't memorize them, is because I couldn't even see them, because they were too blurry. 'Twaz not my eyes fault, it was theirs. Curse them for being fuzzy. My perfect eye sight can't take that kind of crap, man.
Then after I was tired from that boring asult on my brain, we went to Randy's and had a hamburger-thing, and fries. Their hamburgers are about as bad as their chicken. It made me sickly.
Then I came home, and cleaned the kitchen, then learned as much Irish as I could stand, due to all my slacking off during the other part of the day. Now all I have too is catch up on my Japanese assignments, finish up Health, do the math I might have brought in, and finish up my extra credit fer English. Oooooh, fun. And I'm just waisting my time writing in this "journal." But that's okay. I'll survive. And I'm going to sleep now anyways, so it's all good. ///007
P.S. Uranium Plutians are invading the earth in 7 days.
*DeadRing-GirlVoice.* Seven days.....
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Again, do I really have to write something in this space?
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