Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Because I Don't Know What I'm Doing I just got off the phone with Dr. Steve. He saw pictures of my new hair-do and said that I look like a little kid. He mentioned that he wanted to invite me for a dinner tomorrow (Friday) but since now I look like a three year old, he's having second thoughts... he doesn't want to come off as a pedophile or such. I figured out a way to cover the fact I have bangs, and still look fabulous. Dr. Steve said I should wear the dress that my cousin sent me. He also asked me to call him Steve, but I think Dr. Steve fits him better.When I was at that damn hair salon, my stupid stylist asked me what I study. I told her all my majors and she stopped cutting my hair all stunned (I should've just stopped her right there, maybe this butchery wouldn't happen). "Are you serious??" And I smiled saying yea. She still didn't believe me, so my mom (who was with me) smiled and was like: "Yea, she's really smart even though she doesn't look it." Hahah, I don't look smart, funny. And the woman nodded in agreement.Blah, I should really start hanging out with retards that are my age, not sexy sarcastic geniuses who are ten years older than me.12:15 a.m. - March 10, 2006 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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