grr. rrr. rrrr.

Okay, from this point on, today is not my day. For one thing, it's raining. Rain isn't fun. Okay, it is fun some of the time. But not today. For another thing, I'm hungry, and I don't have any single dollars so I can't go and get something from the vending machine. Nor do I have any spare change. Then there's the fact that I'm just tired. Then there's also the fact that I was late to chemistry this morning, which is really not fun. Then there is the fact that my alarm clock is really annoying, even though I've only been using the alarm this week. Then there's the fact that I can't find my ancient civ notebook, which all but means that I am going to fail the quarter if it stays lost. But the thing is, I've looked in all the possible places, and it's not there. Then there is the other fact that I have tae kwon do today, and I really don't want to go. Then there is the other fact that I have started being a neat freak like my mom, which is very scary.
I do not WANT to be like my mother. Being like my mother is very scary. It is one of the last things on my List of Things I Want to Be, right down there with "dead" and "a zombie" and "constantly writing essays." I hate writing essays. Especially essays on topics like crabs or zombies or writing essays.
I have nothing against my mom. It is just I would hate to be like her when I grow up. And people say we're alike. AIEE!!! GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!
Really. My mom can be a control freak. And very annoying. Often at the same time. I have told her several times when she is doing something that's annoying and/ or embarrassing. But later on when it is just us, she says that it's embarrassing when I tell her that she's being annoying. Like I wasn't embarrassed at ALL whenever she told me off in public when I was a kid. Kids, in all reality, TOTALLY don't feel stuff like that. Nope. Who are we kidding?
Not.
Thanks, mom.

i fail at nanowrimo

Well, as most of you probably know, November is NaNoWriMo, and I am totally failing at it. I have not written anything novel-worthy in the last two weeks, nor have I had any time to do so.
So I fail at that.
FYI.
New post!

time flies

Yes, I know I didn't post yesterday. Lots of hectic things were going on. Anyway, exactly a year ago yesterday I cut my hair for Locks of Love. Exactly a year ago today, I walked into school with hair above my collarbone for the first time since the beginning of fifth grade. I don't know how I remember these things. Okay, I do. I programmed the anniversary of the donation on my phone. It's not really hard to forget anyway, as it's Veteran's Day. Anyway, now my hair is even shorter and more spastic, but I sometimes really miss having the long hair. You can do more with it. I like this hair, but still. It never stays when I try to pull it back and I can't do anything to it except wash it and brush it and wish it would grow out faster. Hopefully I won't have to bob it for the musical, because then it would never grow out in time for swim season, which would mean that it would be the biggest hassle in the world to get it into the swim cap, which means I would never be able to finish warm ups. Not that I ever finish warm ups or anything. But still.
It seems that all the people I know who have had long hair have donated it. Well, not everyone. But a lot of people. But it used to be that practically everyone in my group of friends at school had long hair, and now only one long-haired person is left, and she's going to donate soon. That would make four of us. One girl had hair down to her butt. It was insane. She had it that long for the longest time (hahahahahaha!!) but then she donated before eighth grade. And then I donated last year, and then my other friend donated not long after. All the rest of the group have cut their hair through middle school and high school. And now one is left. And it is very sad.
Okay, that's all I have to say for now.