-- nineteen.

mood: I dunno, really. Neutral? I'm still a bit randomly irritated.
listening to: "Kremlin Dusk" - Utada Hikaru.
reading: Nothing. I need some new books. = =;
watching: Nothing.
playing: With FireFox and Songbird! :D
eating: Nothing.
drinking: Monster.

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◊ one;

Long story short:
A week ago, I got my hair cut ubershort, like I did last spring, only this time I had a certain style in mind.
The woman cutting it cut it wrong and it looked bad.
I went back yesterday to get it fixed, mostly at the command of my mother's.
It now looks fucking fantastic.

I'll probably take a picture or two for you guys tomorrow rather than right now, because I want to get photos of it when it's spiked and straightened... and the severe winds we had today pretty much ruined that over the course of the day.
So, expect that, if you're curious. :]

[Reviews (lol)]

Tomas: You could probably pull off looking like a girl Super Saiyan.
Allison: It's definitely better than what it was yesterday. It's more girly.
Luke: It gives you more attitude. ... I would not dare challenge you now, whether you're in a bad mood or not.
Mrs. V: You got it all styled and adorable and everything. ;D

[/Reviews (lol)]

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◊ two;

Remember when I told you guys that I was going to take a written test to get my permit last or this week?
Consider that plan moot.

It would seem that Texas has yet another imbecilic set of rules that teenage drivers in training must abide by:
Because I am still under the age of eighteen, I cannot simply read the driver's handbook I was given, take lessons from my mother, and then walk in and say, "Alright, let's take this written test and get a permit, eh?"
Beginner drivers under eighteen can't take tutoring from their parents unless their parents have been Texas citizens for three years... and, obviously, my mother has not been. So the alternative is that I have to take a class to relearn what I already studied over and then take my written test.
Here's the problem with that: All the classes we've found so far are ridiculously overpriced. (The classes in town cost three hundred dollars... apiece. Remember that Chris has to learn this as well as I do.)

That really figures. Honestly, my gut felt that one coming.

*sighs* I'll just take the stupid class. I need to get to driving.

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◊ three;

WARNING:
NERD ALERT

Since I've been trying to personalize my laptop to suit me in the last few weeks, I recently downloaded Firefox and its accompanying media player, Songbird.
I am so unbelievably, funnily, adorably, insanely obsessed with both by now, because they're easier for me to use than Internet Explorer or Windows Media Player and I can actually customize them the way I see fit, which tickles and amuses me ever so. ||D

I am such a huge nerd.
That's okay, though, because I'm a cute nerd.

P.S. The only real problem that I'm having with Songbird is that it "crashes" between every few songs, and I have to keep sending crash error reports to their website. Luckily, I don't lose any of the songs in my playlist when it happens, and it doesn't bug me that much as long as I still have those, so I still recommend Songbird—but that's only if you have the patience to put up with the occasional crashes I'm having.
I'll find a way to fix it later.

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◊ four;

I just wanted to let you guys know that on April 9th (next week), right after school, Mother is taking my brothers and me to visit our grandparents in Arkansas (I haven't been down there since a certain time of harsh eye-opening), and, if I remember correctly, we'll not be back until sometime the following Saturday.
That means this: I will not be online at that time, and I probably won't be texting while I'm there, either. (And that means this: DO NOT SEND ME MESSAGES, GUYS, DAMN. I don't have unlimited texting anymore, since we need to save up on money.)

For those of you that will be waiting for me, just remember I love you and keep yourselves occupied until I return. I won't be there that long anyway.
If you want, I'll take pictures. Mm-hmm.

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