ARGH
First off, I started school today. My first two classes, Biology and Chemistry respectively, aren't bad. I'm the only grade 11 in my first class so that kind of sucks, but I stay in that class for two blocks (a little over two and a half hours) and in the second block I'm greeted by people I-le gasp!-know.
Then comes lunch where we're watching The Great Yokai War movie in anime club because we're gangsta like that.
Then. Comes. Hell.
I always thought I would love French class. Never did I imagine I would be served up by the two people I hate most in the world.
One is a self centered little bitch who deserves a nice kick to the face. This guy is the epitome of asshole. The other is a total bitch to me for no apparent reason other than to be an annoying cunt.
I get to share French with them. Yay.
I haven't formed an opinion of my last class, Math. Really, it seems decent.
But after school is when HELL started.
I went to get my haircut today (the smarter readers know where this is going) and requested a nice, medium-ish long-ish style.
Seemed simple enough. But no.
Instead, she cut, ah, everything way too fucking short and it pissed me right off.
But I didn't throw a tantrum, and instead sought damage control in the form of some good gel. Now I'll just mess it up until my hair grows back, and try that style again.
That or I could pull off a Zoro.
For interests sake, if this blog ever receives a comment (no, I'm not bitter) which of these two looks better?
First off, I started school today. My first two classes, Biology and Chemistry respectively, aren't bad. I'm the only grade 11 in my first class so that kind of sucks, but I stay in that class for two blocks (a little over two and a half hours) and in the second block I'm greeted by people I-le gasp!-know.
Then comes lunch where we're watching The Great Yokai War movie in anime club because we're gangsta like that.
Then. Comes. Hell.
I always thought I would love French class. Never did I imagine I would be served up by the two people I hate most in the world.
One is a self centered little bitch who deserves a nice kick to the face. This guy is the epitome of asshole. The other is a total bitch to me for no apparent reason other than to be an annoying cunt.
I get to share French with them. Yay.
I haven't formed an opinion of my last class, Math. Really, it seems decent.
But after school is when HELL started.
I went to get my haircut today (the smarter readers know where this is going) and requested a nice, medium-ish long-ish style.
Seemed simple enough. But no.
Instead, she cut, ah, everything way too fucking short and it pissed me right off.
But I didn't throw a tantrum, and instead sought damage control in the form of some good gel. Now I'll just mess it up until my hair grows back, and try that style again.
That or I could pull off a Zoro.
For interests sake, if this blog ever receives a comment (no, I'm not bitter) which of these two looks better?
Spoiler: Before
Spoiler: After D:
