Ok, not really. Traces Consume my soul right now. There is no escaping them, really. Those Damned Traces, keeping me from eating, haunting my every waking moment, and causing me to wake up screaming at night in a cold sweaty terror.
eek
Ok, trust me. If you don't believe me on this one, you either don't take AP Euro, or you're a freak (*cough cough Lappy cough*) and are practically done. stare
Lappy, have I mentioned I hate you lately?
Like, with a passion?
Not like that man. Thz jus nahstee. xp
J00 Freak.
Anyway, on top of that, I get to dress up like Marc Antony and deliver two speaches in front of the class on Monday. I was considering going all out, and even cutting my hair short, but then I found a picture of the last time I did it... The result then was.... terifying:
Sure, I was in 8th grade, and this was before I had boobs and all, so maybe things would be a little bit better now... Oh Hell, what am I kidding?!?!?! I LOOKED MALE. LIKE A FRIGGEN FAIRY BOY. eek stressed xp *Dies*
So, yeah. I decided that I'm not going to cut my hair after all, on the grounds I might come out looking like a transvestite with a crappy boob job. I'm just going to pull my hair back in a tight bun and wear a toga. That should work. 3nodding
Ok, enough ranting. I'm to tired to rant. Going to go do something to satisfy my short attention span now. whee
 Destiny Tahn · Tue Apr 26, 2005 @ 04:31am · 8 Comments |
