Ramblings of a total Zack girl

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MY SISTER IS IMPOSSIBLE.

/vent

Oh. My. Lord.

Remind me again, people, in a chorus, because you've heard it so often: DO NOT TELL YOUR SISTER ANYTHING THAT REQUIRES ANY DISCRETION WHATSOEVER.

I keep forgetting this very basic fact.

I mean, I realise she is trying to be helpful. She may actually have been helpful; but *cries*

More updates and job advice request later.

I did a Gryffindor thing today. I plunged in recklessly, on a moment's whim, and did something that could have very, very bad results.

My hair was three inches past my waist. Now it is an inch past my earlobes.

Eeek!

And the stylist got what I wanted backwards, so now I look like Mary Tyler Moore. Of course, when I use a hairdryer to fix what it now does "naturally" to do what I wanted it to, I look like a flapper straight out of Chicago. I give up.

(I like it, really...it's just going to take some getting used to. Plus, now that it is short I think I will take some time and play with dyes...I've been thinking about very subtly red highlights for awhile...so that would be a plus.)




In other news, my sister has a new boyfriend and asked me to double with her last night--I asked Chase to go with me. There will be a Van Halen rant/review thing at some point (when it's not incredibly late), but for now I simply have to tell this story: We went to Wyoming.

We were so caught up in an argument about--I think at that point it was how Achilles died (yes, we are nerds)--that we somehow missed a turnoff or took a wrong one or something...and by the time we realised it, we were half an hour away from an exit. We actually crossed the border into Wyoming. This will be one of those memories I will be unable to forget.

I'd forgotten, lately, how truly fond I am of Chase. He's a good person to have a conversation with. I forget that sometimes, but last night reminded me. I really am fond of him for a reason. *hugs Chase*




And last but not least--never work in telemarketing. You will abhor it with the fire of a thousand suns.

I have eight blisters and I'm aching in places I've never ached before.

Is it usual for guys to hitch their groins while having a polite conversation and I just noticed because there are six other things about this one that I hate, or is it just him?

Calling all the guys from the flist, PLEASE comment and remind me why we keep your species around. And while you're at it, tell me you've never stood around counting how many virginities you've taken. I don't even care if you're lying at this point, I just need my faith in you reaffirmed.

...Although, some of you do make fun music. *pets Bobby McFerran CD* (My parents listened to him. I can remember when he was on Sesame St.)

My sister has just asked me to go WITH her on her web date tomorrow. Apparently he wants me to come too. Well, if I can't get one of the guys she barely knows to come with me, she'd better be prepared to owe me big.

I love you all. But guys...please? I know that at least those of you on my flist are human beings and a good species, but--really! Redeem them by being one of them for me?

ETA: Apparently my grandfather is also trying to find dates online. This weirds me out, even though it probably shouldn't. *sigh*