Random Return
I swear that they teach kids to walk backwards during their elementary years. Every time I get off of the bus back from the high school to meet my mom in her classroom, I have to dodge countless kids who aren’t looking forward. Over 80% of those kids are looking behind them! They’re not even talking to anyone either, they’ve just got their heads turned around. Are they afraid someone is stalking them? Are they teaching kids to walk in lines like this now? I have no idea but it makes me feel horrible to have to run into the little guys ’cause there’s so many of them that I can’t avoid every single sidestepping midget.
In other news–I watched Prom Night a few days ago and was very impressed. I didn’t know anything about this movie at all, I was just getting out of the house with some friends for the hell of it. Awesome acting, awesome concept, awesome everything. Loved it and would watch it again. The main character of the movie is a very good actor and fit the part well.
English III is a bitch. Our teacher is an awesome lady and when we did our Shakespeare/Hamlet play readingness we all understood and did very well. However all of our past teachers weren’t quite as college-like throughout the year like it is now for us. We have a project due in which everyone with A grades now have D’s & F’s *cough*me*cough*. See, you don’t get graded on your work necessarily. If you turn it in on the day that it’s assigned and you don’t ever get it approved, she takes off percent from your grade, even if it’s her fault that the approval date was later. All we have left is the 1st draft and I guess ima have to do it (it’s a paired project) ’cause my partner and I never can find a way to get work done together as we goof off when we’re around each other. We seriously got more work done when the other wasn’t in the library researching. I got 15 note cards with sources done in one day when she was absent and a week before when I was sickly she got the outline typed out & revised a bit from my rough draft of it on notebook paper. But when we’re both there we’re sitting there doing stupid stuff and switching the mouse/keyboard plugs on our friend’s computer across from us. Useless teenagers we are, yes, but I’m cool with that.
Time for some less dorky talk: my hair. Rawr to it. I can’t get it to do what I want because it’s got this gay natural curly wave psychoness going on. I’ve never really tried gelling it to get some presentable look out of it unstraightened but in order to get the hairstyle I want I have to blow dry it (upside down may I add) and straighten it afterwards, making sure to lift while straightening the upper layers so I don’t completely flatten it. I think I need to shorten my layers and find out where the heck I should keep the part in my hair ’cause every time I take a shower it mooooves, & I hate remaking it ’cause I can never remember the spot. I also take my showers at night instead of the morning on school days because I don’t have the time to dry my hair in the morning (which takes forever since my hair’s getting pretty long now… sad thing is I’m trying to grow it out even longer and it’s already almost ‘nipple-length’ hahahaha I’m immature I’m sorry… and wow I’m still in the parenthesis. o.o”) Oh but I like how my hair lays *now* since I actually had the time to style it in the morning :S Complexity.
Ramble ramble ramble. I bought some cute new earrings. Skulls & 3 striped circular doo-dads. T’cha, dude.
Can’t wait to buy new stuff once I get me a job. Looks like Wal*Mart’s going to have to wait 1 more year for me to turn 18. Darn the luck. McDonald’s would prolly hire me back but I didn’t really care much for that place *pouts*. If I can’t find anywhere else soon ima just have to go back to there though >.<.
And I’m done.
Over and out.
