I'm not in a very good mood right now. I just saw a movie yesterday about chocolate and I don't have a single piece of chocolate in the house.
I also went to get my hair cut yesterday and the girl didn't get what I wanted so she just freestyled. Grreeeeat...I would have been able to live with it since, you know, it's hair and hair tends to grow back, but my dear mother apparently didn't understand the meaning of "don't embarass your teenage - almost an adult, thank you very much - daughter in front of people". She locked horns with the hairdresser who almost threw a fit and all the while, I'm hanging around in the background trying to look indifferent and inconspicuous. At the end of the whole charade, the hairdresser gives me a pitying little smile. Well, I'll tell you where she can shove her smile. The haircut is....bearable at the most, but pride in front of my mom won't let me admit that.
*Sigh*...University applications are a female dog. I have to take three SAT IIs by the beginning of November. Thank goodness I'm an academic prodigy....or something like that. I just got my French and Chemistry books and I'm having the time of my life filling in little holes. And I'm not even joking. I actually like it. The Math books will come Monday. Hopefully, because I have to get this done as soon as possible. I still have the usual college homework to get through, not to mention studying for 'midterms' as they call them here. On top of that, I have to print out application forms using a printer that doesn't print PDF files, and send them to London. Aaand, I have to write at least four personal statements after having filled out the dozens of forms that are evidently a matter of life or death for U.S. universities.
Oh well, I guess that's life, or at least something like it.
1 comment:
Poor you.
Heh, what a coinky dink. I've been wondering this morning whether to get my hair cut. What a biatch, that hair dresser! You should've grabbed her scissors and placed them somewhere very uncomfortable on her body. Like, her eye.
And parents will do that to you. It's part of their obligation to embarass you publically somewhere along the line. Your mom should be done with her quota for the week, at the very least :P
At least you're getting your university applications done! I am so swamped in IB shit that I still havent even written my personal statement, less get to actually studying for the SAT IIs.
By comparison, you seem to be having a pretty peachy time.
Anyway, you being the academic prodigy (of course im not sarcastic...) you'll be doing juuuuuuust fine. And where academia fails, there's always feminine wiles.
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