A plague a’ both your clippers!
April 17th, 2005I despise haircuts. You go in to get your hair cut, and the first thing they do is ask you how you want it cut. How are you supposed to respond to that? With a length of hair you want cut off? For me, I can’t remember the last time I had a haircut to visualize how long they cut it. So I end up stammering a few words in response, and they go about their business. They cut, and they cut, all the while making small talk about stupid things (the other person working there this time however wasn’t busy, and she knew Mr. Small, so that must have been the first time someone said something of moderate interest). But instead of cutting it a certain length and showing it to me to see if it’s the right length, they just cut off however much they think looks good, and forgets that you can always take more off, but once they’ve chopped, it’s gone. The hair cut style that appears to be “in” now surprised me. You see, great liberty was taken with my hair today. I think the style was probably called “Buzzcut - The Week After”. My hair hasn’t been this short since I moved to Virginia. I have a forehead?!
Well, I finally know what characters I have to play for the rest of the year. One’s a novice reporter after World War II, one is Norman - the business man who falls in love with Flora, and the last is a monkey (I won’t say anything else about that one). Unfortunately, the rehearsals for Arabian Nights are on Monday during lunch, so I’m going to miss basically every Young Liberals meeting to spend my lunch with Tim Longo (how ironic). I’m really looking forward to our 1 act in Intro though, despite there being tons of lines that are going to kill me with their horrid nature (”Hurrah!” and “Oh. *pause* Oh. (longer pause) Oh.” being my favorite).
We got to play with dry ice on Wednesday in Chemistry. I’ve been waiting for this ever since Amanda brought home a bag of dry ice last year (not that we got to, that was a rare case), and squished it with quarters and produced loud squeals. Plus, I got to hold it in my hands, and put it in coke and drank it - they won’t let you do that in school. Ha, well, tired after reading 60 pages of Great Expectations and peving two sections. Oh, and I get to run the mile tomorrow. How fun. And speaking of the Health/PE super ridiculous combo, my health teacher seems to be confused. One day she will comment on how all she cares about is that we make an effort. Yet we don’t get full credit on our fitness testing (which counts as a test grade) unless we pass the national level on everything. According to her, if you don’t do very well on any of the fitness tests, but try on each of them, you can’t get below a 50%. Wow, an F for trying. How kind.
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