Are you restless like me?

A fucking good day.
Finally.


I woke up hyper, and it stuck around all day. I was excited about everything. Everything went well. I love days like this. If the rest of the school year is days like this, then it'll be over in no time. I feel like it was a minimum day or something.

Damn, I feel great. I was actually walking around with a smile on my face.

I'm almost done with those aprons for shop, and I started a new project in class. It seems to be coming along fine.
I stenciled little hearts on my new polo.

I haven't bounced around to music like this in a long time, I haven't been this hyper, or even this awake, in a long time. Here's some lyrics that seem to fit the situation:

1,2,3,4,
Looks like I'm alone again,
And I feel fine.
Doesn't really matter now,
'Cause I'm alright.
Knock me on my ass again,
But I don't mind.
Looks like I'm alone again,
And I feel fine.

"I Feel Fine" by the Riddlin' Kids (it's on repeat).

Even my math homework doesn't seem that bad.

I didn't realize how sticky soda was until I tried to clean it off the walls of my hallway and my sister's bedroom door.

Dialogue between my brother and I through email:

Jordan: "I want food other then what
I have here, but I am too lazy to go to the store. So it looks like
turkey burger for dinner, but I only have hotdog buns."

Me: "Um, mold the burger into hotdog shape?"

Jordan: "Frozen patty shapes."

Me: "Defrost it, duh."


College kids, they just don't see the easy solutions.

This is barbecue weather.

I wish our barbecue wasn't crusted over with rust and gunk.

Time to sew.

Is there some unwritten law that requires every girl on MySpace to post of picture of her and her friends holding a bottle of alcohol?
(Yeah, so I'm exaggerating, like that's something new.)

How about a condensed report of my recent activities?
-Friday we had Hay Day and sold bratwurst for German club. Yum.
-Then I went to Thrift Town with my mom. I got a polo shirt, a green chenille scarf, and cherry fabric.
-Saturday morning my dad and I went to the first Castro Valley Farmer's Market. We bought cherries, some pastries, and organic dog treats. And we got some overpriced blueberries from a guy who looked like Hayden Christensen.
-Today I went to the Ashby Flea Market, which was more of a bunch of people selling jewelry than a flea market.
-And Tasha, Manda, and I went to the South to get Becky's G-Unit belt. I got the newish Trail of Dead cd.

By far my most active weekend in more than a month, but not particularly great.
I think I, uh, need a life or something.

Today someone got to my page by searching for "yiddish blogspot".
I came up number 657, so I guess they really wanted to find one.
Sorry.

My dad is a fucking genius.

Pretty inflammatory, but he gets the point across. And a good point it is.

I love socks.
Without socks, shoes are horrible. They give you blisters and get sweaty really fast, and they don't smell very good. But socks, those ingenious cotton tubes we slip over our feet, protect us from such evils.
I feel bad about the way I treat my socks. I leave them balled up on the floor and kick them under my bed. I don't always bleach them to keep them as white as they should be. I walk around the house in them, sometimes even out onto the porch or to the car. And I don't really keep track of them, I always end up with strays.

They deserve better.
I'm going to be nicer to my socks.

I just wanted you all to know that I'm in love.

Meet Johnny Lewis:



Okay, so he's in that horribly stupid show "Quintuplets" (FOX has gone insane), but he plays a character whose name is Pearce, so it's cool. I've seen one episode, and I don't plan on watching anymore, but his character was wearing the most ridiculous hat that was knitted by his pen-pal in another country, and I fell in love.
He also played some guy named Engelbert, but they called him Kiwi, in that stupid Hilary Duff movie. And Norton in an episode of 7th Heaven. And Gilby in a show named "The Sausage Factory" or "Now What?" (it was on MTV I guess, and had Adam Brody). Bad choice in roles, but super cool names.

Anyway, check out that style. A blazer and a hoodie, then a red scarf? Love.
Plus, he's adorable.


It took me less than 20 minutes to photoshop those pictures into one, look up his filmography on IMDB, and write this post.

I wonder, if someone else was named valedictorian of my class, if I could convince them, with cash or other such persuasions, to let me give the speech. Think someone would give it up?

I want to give that speech, dammit.

Oh, but what would I say?
I could discuss the complete lack of reliability and stability regarding the discipline "system" put into place. Or, perhaps, the chair-warmers that they call "counselors."
But the administration wouldn't like that very much.
I'm sure they would rather I focused on things like the knowledgeable teachers and abundance of high-level classes offered. That's boring, though.

I don't know what I'd say, but I bet everyone would love it.

Especially if I had green hair at the time.

Maybe I should take that speech class, if only it wasn't speech AND debate. Debating is fine, but I think they have to go these field trips and such.
I like rhetoric, I like talking to people. Or, rather, I like people listening to (and believing) me.

Edit:
I decided, if I become valedictorian, and give a speech to my entire graduating class, and their parents, and everyone else, I'm quoting Freebird.


Skynyrd!

I have three windows in my bedroom.

They are all different widths.
They are all different lengths.
They are all set at different heights.
They all have different trim.




I <3 Raisin Bran.

I have a whole pack of "Hello, my name is:" stickers.

Any ideas?

I hate being an introvert.
But I don't like being around people enough to be an extrovert.

Shit.

Yesterday was Anna's birthday.

Here's a picture of a snail doing a trick in a plant on my porch.

Less than five hours of sleep again last night, so I forced myself not to nap today. No school tomorrow, that should help my internal clock reset itself.

The season finale of CSI (which I haven't watched in months) was fucking creepy. This guy was buried alive in a plexi-glass box with a webcam in it broadcasting the picture to the CSI team. Then the box started to crack and fire ants got in and covered him.
I hate ants.
Even normal ants.
Fire ants scare the shit out of me.
Plus, I'm mildly claustrophobic.
Not fun.


It seems the exhaustion is catching up to me.


Oh, before I go.
How does one go about making more friends?
Any tips?

I'm still awake.
So here's some stuff.



And more.



(The Briefs.)

Well, g'night.

I like napping. Except when it affects my ability to fall asleep at night. This term I haven't had much trouble falling asleep, I'm always exhausted by the time I go to bed. I guess all that homework is helpful in a way. During the summer, I remember I had a horrible time trying to sleep. I'd lay there for more than three hours sometimes, and my arms and legs would start to feel funny. They felt like I needed to get up and move around. So I'd get up and pace in the kitchen, it never really helped though. Some nights I wouldn't get to sleep until around 3 or 4.

Wow, it's been an hour since I started writing this.

Okay, so, I've mentioned the Suburban Legends/Catholic Comb show on the 28th, I was planning on going with Carolyn and meeting Aya there. But I've since been informed that neither of them can go. Someone, please come with me. My sister will probably end up not wanting to go if it's just me, then I won't be able to go. Ich brauche tanzen. (I bet that's wrong, but roughly translated "I need to dance.") I haven't been to a show like that since last summer.

As I've said earlier; Suburban Legends, The Catholic Comb, plus Tragedy Andy, Dexter Danger, Minkus, and Panda. Saturday, May 28th. $10, doors at 6:00. Imusicast in Oakland.

I ate, cried, napped, went to the AP meeting, ate, and did (the past week's) homework today.

I shake my fist at you, apathy.

Do I hear a three-day-weekend coming up? Yes, yes I do.
For that, I am thankful.
Very.

Oh, one last thing.
[begin rant]
WTF? Someone completely plagiarizes a seven page history paper, and they still get some credit for it?! Granted, they fail the assignment, but the points are cumulative, our grades aren't weighted averages. Instead of getting the fat-ass ZERO and call home and maybe detention or even suspension they deserve, they get half credit. Just because "rephrasing" isn't the "sophomore skill." It's common-fucking-sense. You DON'T turn in a paper with words you can't even pronounce, yet alone define. And even if you understand it, no 10th grader writes like an encyclopedia. It's obvious when you just print something up.
Okay, kids cheat, their problem. But they shouldn't get away with it. Plagiarism is ILLEGAL, it's not just a school rule, it's a LAW.
I cannot believe they just accept that shit.
If you turned in another kid's paper with your name on it you'd get in trouble, why not when you turn in a Wikipedia article?

What the hell is wrong with Ms. Hearne and the rest of the teachers at our school?

And how does someone need to be taught to rephrase? Until then are they just supposed to automatically cut-and-paste everything? Since when do you need to learn how to put something in your own words? And if you're going to just "rephrase" a whole webpage as your paper, then you're already screwed. That's not writing a paper, that's summarizing. And.it's.crap.
[end rant]

Eck, the end of the school year is never particularly easy. Teachers love saving the huge assignments (like 10 page history papers) for the end of the year, and pile them on top of finals.
Evil.

Maifest was fun though. Ever take a group of stoners to a little secluded clubhouse on the side of a mountain, surrounded by woods? And then cover it all in fog? Their reactions were hilarious. At one point on the hike down we came to a bend in the path where there was a cliff, and all we could see was the tops of trees and white fog.
"It goes on forever!"
"It looks like heaven!"
I was dying.
And somehow about half of them got "21 over" stamps and they bought sizeable amounts of German beer. Technically though, Erker wasn't responsible for them, they never turned in permission slips. Not that he'd do anything if he was.
The ride home was definitely uncomfortable.

Ms. Hearne marked points off of my project because I was conserving paper. Instead of using a full sheet of paper for my two-line bibliography, I used a half sheet and printed a different bibliography on the other half. She took off seven points because it wasn't a whole sheet. Psh.

I got this brochure packet in the mail from St. John's college in Sante Fe. It's this weird liberal arts college that only offers one major, liberal arts. Everyone takes the same courses. Everyone reads the same books. And to top it off, there was a typo in the brochure.
They sure are persuasive, I want to go there.
(I should write them a letter.)

And, finally;
There's a moth on my wall.

So, you guys see the bar at the top of the page, the black Blogger one? See how it has a button on the right that says "next blog"? When you click that it takes you to what seems like a random blog hosted by Blogger. Apparently it's not so random. I got 15 hits from people clicking that thing all within an hour. Unfortunately, none of them seem to have read much of the site. Oh well, at least now I know my blog has been seen all over the world.
People from Canada (5 in fact), France (2), Sweden, India, Argentina, the UK, and Malaysia have all stopped by.

Tomorrow is Maifest up in the Muir woods.

We'll be going to a little clubhouse thing in the forest filled with drunk old German men and college kids.
And we will have a blast, complete with polka dancing.
And chicken dancing.
And doing the pretzel.
And the great march.
Lots of dancing.
We'll eat some Bratwurst and Kirschkuchen and watch them do the Mai Pole dance, and maybe the lumberjack dance.
We will giggle at the leiderhosen and be jealous of the pretty dresses.
We will avoid stepping on little kids.
We will not go for a walk in the woods, not even to see a flying squirrel.
We will not see any famous actors, no matter what Erker says.
We might buy lemonade from the creepy kids at the top of the giant hill we have to walk up to get out.
We will blast crappy music and sing really loudly to annoy Erker.
We will roll down all the windows and play mariachi songs at stop lights.
We might offer the bridge toll collector gum or other forms of candy.

And throughout the week we will break out in chicken dances and do the pretzel and annoy/confuse people.

Because that's what you do when you go to Maifest with Mr. Erker for a German Club field trip.
Well, that's what we did last year. I hope it's just as great this time around.


I went to the beach today with my mom, Manda, Christina, Crystal, Susan, and Jenny. All six of us, the old gang. "The Girls." The ride there was fun as we reminisced and listened to all our favorite local bands. But when we got there they just "tanned" and we decided guys are stupid, and that's about it. I didn't put any sunscreen on and I started to get pink, so I went back to the car early. By the time they came up I was back to my usual stark-white color. Oh well. Maybe my farmer's tan is a school spirit curse. I got to see my favorite sign ever, though. It says "DUMP NO RUBBISH" and I love it.

Last night, because I had nothing better to do, I went to bed at 9. I woke up this morning at 10. For those of you who would rather not do the math, that's 13 hours. I love sleep, and I love weekends.
And, the only reason I woke up was because my mom brought me coffee.

13 hours of sleep, but I can't remember any dreams.
Wait, I do remember a dream. My family was at a hotel of some sort, and Manda and I had some friends with us. I think they were fictional people, not really one of my friends in my conscious-life. I remember my mom gave us money and the key to the hotel room and we were going to go into which ever city we were in. But we didn't have much time. My parents left the hotel and we had to hurry up and get out so we could have time to do stuff, but we needed to make sure we locked the door to the hotel room. We got it all locked and everything and I realized I didn't have any shoes, so we had to go back. I guess it only wasted about twenty minutes in the dream, but I felt really rushed. Then I woke up and it was 2 in the morning, and I fell back asleep.

My clothes are all crooked from sleeping in them.

My mommy brought me a second cup of coffee. :)

What the hell can I use as a visual for my presentation of the Swing Kids counter-culture in WW2 Germany? I have a swing song to play from 1942, "A Zoot Suit (For My Sunday Girl)."

Today's chemistry test took longer than usual because I sat in the back by the windows and kept getting distracted. And someone was using a weed-wacker outside. And I had my ice-cream man's little tune stuck in my head the whole time. It kept coming to the surface at the worst moments.

I have to get to work now.

It's starting to fade already though.

I would like to take this time to apologize for my boasting about my grades. Especially to those who attend school with me, because you have to hear it twice, sometimes more.

In my favor though, I would like to point out that I don't have much else going on right now.
I have no life.
I have this blog, my friends, green hair, and good grades.
Seeing as this is my blog I'm not going to write about it, my friends are the ones reading this and you wouldn't want to read about yourselves, and I've already mentioned my hair, multiple times. It leaves me with school stuff.

But that's getting boring, so I think I'm going to post that neat picture I took of my hair.

Summer's almost here. And that's all I'm thinking about.
I don't want to do any work. And since I got my chemistry grade I'm all cocky and didn't even bother to finish the worksheet I turned in today, I barely looked at the study guide, and I haven't really read the three chapters we're being tested on tomorrow. But that's how I got this grade in the first place, why mess with a good thing?

And Winemiller had the nerve to imply that I let people cheat off my tests. Not tests, well, not chemistry tests. Yeah, I'll help people with the worksheets, and if we all do it right all the problems are going to look the same. In the mornings before class we go over our answers, and quite often some of them change theirs to match mine, but that's because I explained to them why I think I'm right and where they went wrong. And I never let people copy essay questions, that's just stupid, and I don't do them in the first place.
And he says someone is using me and he's having me sit somewhere else during the test tomorrow. My chemistry buddies are good people. Justin wouldn't cheat on a test, at least not without asking first, and he doesn't need to. I help Francisco with the homework sometimes and I think he got a few problems off this latest worksheet from me, but he wouldn't cheat on a test without me knowing. Then there's Giovanni, but he's at a horrible angle, and he gets this stuff and wouldn't need to cheat, I think he aced the last test. Now, unless Cecilia has eyes in the back of her head, I've ruled out everyone. Herr Winemiller, du spinnst!



I've decided that eventually I want there to be an article about me in the encyclopedia. I haven't decided what for yet. Something good though.

I almost went to bed without blogging today. I remembered though, as you can see. I'm sure I would have had nightmares if I didn't.

Speaking of which, I have been dreaming more lately. Or, I remember my dreams more, something like that. And they're all really odd. I want to have a really good dream finally, one that makes me happy all day, not one that confuses the hell out of me.

But I can't control my dreams. I'm jealous of people who have lucid dreams. I wish I could do whatever I wanted in dreams and recognize that it's a dream and everything.

Today I really wanted to grab my giant sharpie and write all over my walls, but I refrained. My mom did say I could paint/stencil on my walls though, so I might do something soon.

The school administration is so stupid for allowing cell phones on campus. If they're going to allow kids to have them, they shouldn't overreact to them going off in class. It's not the kid's fault. However, I hate the damned things, so I'm no advocate. It's just not fair to say the kids can bring them and then get totally butt-hurt when someone forgets to put it on silent.

Oh, on the school topic, there's going to be this protest tomorrow down on E St. and Jackson (I guess by the flags) to raise awareness of the way the district is trying to screw our teachers over. It starts at 4 and then at either 5 or 6 (I'm not sure) they're walking over to City Hall to have a rally of sorts. I might go if I can drag someone along. The Hayward Unified district is being really horrible and is trying to force things on the teachers and schools that would really mess things up. Like merit pay, where teachers get paid more if their students get good test scores, well what happens to the teacher of the sheltered class? They get paid less to do a harder job. The district doesn't think the teachers are serious or that anyone cares about it. The protest is for publicity, to get people involved.
Then on the 25th, all of the teachers from my school and many others are leaving 4th block and going to Sacramento to protest at the state level. I don't know any details on that one.

I think I have a lot to write tonight, we'll see how it pans out.

First, an open letter to Danny, seeing as he isn't responding to email anymore. I think he still reads this though.
(Disclaimer: I'm posting this here because I don't mind who reads it, but please no critiques or anything. I'm just being honest. I suppose it's my version of closure of some sort. Oh, and I'm not trying to hurt or upset anyone, not even Danny.)

Danny,

I'd rather you completely ignored the fact that I exist than hear about the things you've supposedly been saying about me. Granted, it is mostly your friends saying these things and I've had no reason to believe them. I would like to say I have faith in you and trust that you wouldn't be making up things, but recently my trust has been waning. I was more than willing to believe nearly everything you told me, and looking back maybe it was rather naive. To go from one extreme to the opposite, or rather a lack of anything, seems so harsh. I really don't know what or who to believe anymore. Knowing you, even if you did say things that weren't true, you'll adamantly deny it. Okay then.

That's not even it though, rumors are nothing, but if you had just given me something to end it with. A reason or something. You could have just replied to the damn sappy email. In a small part of my mind it seems like it's still there. There was no sudden change. We barely even spoke at school, so it's not like that is a big difference. No one got mad, no one yelled, I wasn't even all that upset. Don't get me wrong though, I don't feel "it" anymore. I knew very well that it wasn't going to last much longer. In fact, if you hadn't done it that night, the next day I was going to propose either a major discussion or ending it, seems you wouldn't have chosen discussion. That's fine though, if you wanted to end it who am I to refuse? This isn't a topic that needs mutual agreements.

So now I say, forget it. Please do not keep dragging this out of the back of my head by causing your friends to approach me and ask about things. Just stick with your fanclub, have a good time. You may claim not to notice it, but they're all in love with you.

I said that I didn't regret it, but maybe I do now. I can't tell. I do miss our conversations about absolutely nothing and our bickering over things that don't exist, but now I notice things about you that I didn't before. Things that aren't good things. I may be imagining them or they're just magnified now because of what's happened, I don't know. I do know that I don't hate you, I just can barely stand you as of late. Who knows if that will last.

I think the biggest difference is that now, when class ends, I walk down the hill alone.

Continuing, today I woke up more alert than I have been in weeks. I don't know why, I just was. Although, as I checked the time I kept thinking it was the answer to the math problem I was working on in a dream. Yes, math has infiltrated my dreams, and my days at the beach. I found myself attempting to find ways to calculate the distance from our car on the hill to the oil tanker on the horizon using the least measurements as possible. Maybe I should be a surveyor...

I'm finally healthy again. My throat has no signs of irritation whatsoever. And I'm not as tired anymore.
I don't seem to be any more productive on the days I do my homework right away than I am when I put it off. I'm just lazy in a different order.

I thought I had more to write, but I decided to make something instead. What I'm going to make is still uncertain.

Argh.

The damn touch pad thing on my Lappy keeps cutting out. So instead of reaching for my mini-mouse I try to navigate using the tab key and arrows, but it doesn't work very well. I hate having to use the little mouse, it's so inconvenient.
Why does it stop working?????

I treat my Lappy so well, why has it forsaken me??

I'm becoming obsessed with checking my SiteMeter statistics.
This morning people got here from searching for "Fifty 24SF shoes" and "Fondue Fred's".
I check the list everytime I get online.

Someone help me.

Happy Mother's Day.

I don't want to spend another Friday night knitting.

I'm off to find something to do, somewhere to go.

Would it be wrong and/or intrusive to ask for all of your IP addresses?
I just want to see who's who in my sitemeter statistics.

I'm not a hax0r or anything.

Okay, so I have this song stuck in my head. I can't remember what song it is or who it's by, or even more than a couple broken lines of it. And I cannot figure out what song it is. It's starting to bother me.
I think it's a girl singing, maybe a girl and a guy, but then again it could just be a high-pitched guy. It's a really mellow song, slow, but not depressingly so. I can remember the lyrics;
"...all our actions were intangible and sweet..."
"...stick with simple math and shy/sly(?) discoveries..."
And there seems to be something about impending defeat and possibly the phrase "tangled up again."
My ideas of who it was by were all wrong. I thought Bright Eyes, Death Cab for Cutie, or the Postal Service. So I went through and listened to the possible songs and none of them were it.
I ask of you to think about any possibilities and comment if you find anything. I tried Googling it and didn't get anything, so I'm stuck. And it won't get out of my head. I like the song and want to listen to it in it's entirety.

Well, I'm going to check my Dashboard Confessional stash, only one cd I swear, and have another look through iTunes.
Thank you for your time.

UPDATE:
That didn't take very long. I figured out what song it was. I can't believe I hadn't thought of The Weakerthans. But then again, the part that was stuck in my head was the last 30 seconds of "Benediction," not one of my most played songs. I was pretty close with those lyrics, though, here are the real ones;

But our intentions were intangible and sweet,
Sick with simple math and shy discoveries,
Piled up against our impending defeat.

See? Close.

My dad is amazing.

Okay, so I know mother's day is coming up, but I don't give my dad enough credit. Everyone knows my mom is a freakin' genius, my dad is underestimated though.
He certainly is silly and has a horrible memory and almost no attention span to speak of. But with all this family drama going on and everyone blowing things out of proportion he's staying level and calm and can see what's going on. He was relaying to my mom his conversations with his family members (she's not "immediate" family and is a little out of the loop) and he hit the nail directly on the head with what he told them all. I'm not going to go and air our dirty laundry, but some crazy stuff is being dug up and some other crazy stuff is being made up. And my dad sees exactly what needs to be dealt with before anything else can even be discussed.

Even though he was an hour late getting me my Sprite to settle my stomach, I'm proud of him.

Now, go listen to The Catholic Comb. (Note: They are not a Christian rock band.)
They are way artsy, and are playing a show with Suburban Legends on the 28th at Imusicast. Anyone care to tag along? Ska and prog-rock, what could be better?

Don't you hate it when the shit hits the fan?
Family drama sucks.

Anyway, I went to Kaiser today for another appointment. Apparently when my mom called about the test results the lady was confused or something. It turns out that I had mono at some point, I have the antibodies for it, but I didn't have it right then. And now I probably have tonsillitis. My throat hurts like a bitch every time I swallow and there's white spots on my tonsils. It seems to be going away though, and hopefully I'll be all better by next week.
I'm just so damn tired though. I have three nights of math homework to do to get caught up. I'll get started on it soon. I think.

And some how we came out with 2.7 grams of copper instead of 2.55 grams in our chemistry lab. WTF? Dammit. Why can't we just get electronic scales instead of those ancient triple-beam balances?

I think iTunes should have a different way to sort your music. Instead of a single genre for each song you should be able to list multiple genres or tags (c/o Flickr) for each one. That way you could separate your music by mood or location or anything else that strikes your fancy. Instead of creating a million playlists with songs in every possible combination. If you wanted to listen to sad songs you could just choose all of your sad songs, versus forcing all sad songs into one genre or sorting through your art rock, alternative, indie, acoustic, etc. Instead of my huge list of "emo" songs, I could separate them more specifically and have multiple tags for each one.

I was going to give an in-depth example, but I'm suddenly very tired. And I can't think of any.

I'm broken.

I don't know what I caught, but I'm sick again. We got the results back from last week and I had neither mono nor anemia. This morning I was really lightheaded and threw up. I came home after second block because my head hurt. Then I slept for almost 5 hours.

Yesterday in shop I scared the crap out of myself. I was using the table saw and I finished with it and turned it off. I went to gather the wood I had cut and saw blood on some of the pieces. My thoughts were, "Nothing hurts, what did I cut off?" Then I looked at my hand and saw that my cut from Sunday had bled from under the bandage. Phew. But I'll have to sand out the blood stain if I don't paint my project. So, I still have all of my appendages.

My hair smells like coconuts. :)

I had no idea I missed my green hair this much.
I'm back, and it's very bright.
And I absolutely love it. I keep letting it hang in my face because it's pretty. And whenever I catch a glimpse of it in the mirror I have to look at it again. Oh, it's just so awesome.

This morning I woke up a little after seven, got up at around 8:15, got a cup of coffee and a banana, opened my curtains, and did my math homework. For some reason I had the urge to verify trigonometric identities, well, I had the urge to get it over with. They are kind of neat though, like little puzzles.

My finger is still traumatized. I had to shower twice in the hair-dying process and both times I had to seal a rubber glove on my right hand with masking tape. Bleach in a wound would not be fun.

Heh, the light from the Lappy is making the hair in front of my face glow. :)

I'm in the middle of the bleaching-dying process. It's very yellow. I hope the dye comes out right.

I almost cut a chunk of my finger off. I was trying to fix my mom's cheap, broken, rusted x-acto blade. I replaced the blade and was trying to tighten it when it slipped and sliced up a half-inch flap of skin. That's what I get for trying to do my history project.

I hate it when I think of something really funny, forget it, then remember it when it's not funny anymore. It probably wasn't even funny in the first place, oh well.