Wow.
So, my mom wakes me up like.. super early, because we have an appointment to get our photos taken. I wake up, shower, and get in the car.. bascially. As we near the studio, my mom tells me that I'll have to blowdry my hair when we get there. I was like... ok, whatever. So my sister is drying my hair and when she's done, I look up and my hair is completely straight, and poofy and totally non-awesome. So, I get really fucking pissed, not like, "quiet rage" pissed, but just fucking lose it. I tear a bunch of hair out and say "I don't know what to do" I go to the bathroom to re-wet my hair, because really, it would look better even like that... I pass one of the studio's employees (my mom works there, and so did I) she says "I like your hair!" I flatly reply "No", she remarks "It's cool" and at that I just throw my glasses down and make it for the bathroom. I wet my hair, brush it down, and then just take off. I needed to get out of there. So, I just say "I'm going, I'll be back." I head over to the Burger King and get a Crossain'wich meal, because I really wanted food. I was almost finished, and I get a call, it's my mom "Where are you?" "At Burger King" "Oh, because we're all waiting" So, I head back. My hair isn't completly dry, but at least it's curling like it should've done in the first place.
So, the big lesson I learned today: Hotpockets gets really grumpy when he doesn't have food in him in the morning.
My car was all fuxored last night, which was another cause of stress. It had been 16 hours since I last ate--10 of which were waking hours. So, I was just freaking starving.
My car is doing "alright" I just need to get it into a shop to get them to adjust a few things. Other than that... it's going alright. I put on new headlights today (pics shortly).
Anyway, I'm off. Merry Christmas all.
So, my mom wakes me up like.. super early, because we have an appointment to get our photos taken. I wake up, shower, and get in the car.. bascially. As we near the studio, my mom tells me that I'll have to blowdry my hair when we get there. I was like... ok, whatever. So my sister is drying my hair and when she's done, I look up and my hair is completely straight, and poofy and totally non-awesome. So, I get really fucking pissed, not like, "quiet rage" pissed, but just fucking lose it. I tear a bunch of hair out and say "I don't know what to do" I go to the bathroom to re-wet my hair, because really, it would look better even like that... I pass one of the studio's employees (my mom works there, and so did I) she says "I like your hair!" I flatly reply "No", she remarks "It's cool" and at that I just throw my glasses down and make it for the bathroom. I wet my hair, brush it down, and then just take off. I needed to get out of there. So, I just say "I'm going, I'll be back." I head over to the Burger King and get a Crossain'wich meal, because I really wanted food. I was almost finished, and I get a call, it's my mom "Where are you?" "At Burger King" "Oh, because we're all waiting" So, I head back. My hair isn't completly dry, but at least it's curling like it should've done in the first place.
So, the big lesson I learned today: Hotpockets gets really grumpy when he doesn't have food in him in the morning.
My car was all fuxored last night, which was another cause of stress. It had been 16 hours since I last ate--10 of which were waking hours. So, I was just freaking starving.
My car is doing "alright" I just need to get it into a shop to get them to adjust a few things. Other than that... it's going alright. I put on new headlights today (pics shortly).
Anyway, I'm off. Merry Christmas all.
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what an ass