French Braids

Is it just me, or does it seem like it was just Wednesday? I mean… you know… less than a week ago? Slowly going crazy…

Anyway, things have been going pretty well… apart from my rage issues, stemming from my deep loathing of, well, you can guess which class. Which leads me to wonder: do I have some rare disorder that forces me to hate at least one course per semester with such intensity that it’s nearly all I write in my journal about? Think about it. Last semester it was chemistry.

I spent some time thinking about some kind of conclusion, or an invariable truth that would be revealed, were the above theory correct. I couldn’t think of anything.

This morning I tried to French braid my own hair. It was a pretty poor attempt but I do think I’m improving. Still it was, like I said, poor, so I wore my only pink shirt in hopes that Selby would see favour in me today and help me fix my stupid hair. The pink must have worked because she did.

My life must be pretty boring, considering I’m writing about… well, nothing. I need to graduate now.