Hair....

So yeah....hair.....I used to have a lot of it, now it's short.

So upon hearing that some of my friends are thinking of dyeing their hair, I decided that after I graduate I may dye my hair some crazy color. Temporarily, of course.

But the question that remains in my mind is; What color should I dye my hair?

I've thought of a few colors. I could go with a dark red and I think that might look cool. Or I even thought about dyeing parts of it green, again I think that would look really cool.

I'm not sure though....And that's why I turn to you my readers....or reader....

What should I do?

Well...

Okay...Where to start?...........(O_O) (no, I'm not Asian....)

Here I will post nonsensical rantings about how I feel about topics/people at the time. I will be brutally honest and when I'm not I will use a very large dose of sarcasm.

Right now I'm really pissed off at this one girl in my class. She often interupts teachers and students when they're in the middle of sentences all the time! It's so fucking rude and I don't think I can stand one more interruption from her when I'm talking or raising my hand to answer a question. I mean seriously; how hard is it at 17/18 years old to not yell an answer out? I mean everybody else raises their hand and waits...why can't she? What makes her so special? Is it because her mother is a teacher?... There's one thing I like about her. Her mother is one of my teachers and we're both in the same class with her. What makes me happy in this situation is that I do better than her in her own mother's class. I wonder how that makes her feel....

Any way to get to what made me mad about her today: She spent all of today...knitting. In multiple classes she just started knitting. And the teachers didn't say one fucking word. When I'm a teacher if students start knitting while I'm trying to give a lecture...I'd break their knitting stuff right there and continue with my lecture. I mean seriously, I know that she's having some problems in her life right now what with her grandmother and all but when my grandfather died I was in school the next day and I managed to cope with it and go through out my daily routine...well I skipped one class to cry in the bathroom but that was it.