I slept on my hair weird and now it's this massive tangle. I can't run my fingers through it save for about an inch right next to the scalp - then it becomes a near-solid mass that will probably take two day's brushings at an hour each to completely come out (I can only brush it when it's wet). I will never, ever understand the people who like my hair. The Looking Good to Pain In The Ass ratio is so miniscule that most scientists would count it as nonexistant. I'd shave it off, but my head is freakish and bulbous (hats FEAR me), and that would look much worse.
Lipton's Mixed Berry Green Tea is quite tasty. I recommend it.
It's a little weird, getting used to the idea that I'm moving back home. Mostly because I'm picking up on the things that I won't get to do anymore. Like be naked. Casa Del Wacky is not condusive to Naked Time in any way, shape, or form. Pantsless, sure - most of Nicole and Gabriel's friends have by this point seen me without pants numerous times anyway - but all other major items of clothing will generally be necessary.
And the whole freedom to go wherever I want, whenever I want bit. I don't employ it all that often these days, but having the option to get up and drive around or do my grocery shopping or laundry at 2 AM without having to make an excuse for doing so or worry about waking everyone up is somehow incredibly comforting.
There's also the fact that my family provides at least 500% more social interaction in a usual day than I get while living alone. Hell, I can and have gone days at a time without actually speaking, simply because there's no one to speak to since I haven't left my apartment. You can't really get away with that in a family of six. It doesn't work.
I keep hearing that Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, also known as Movie What Made People Cream Their Pants So Excessively That The Newspaper Movie Reviews Pages Stick Together, is all kinds of fantastic. As with... er.. well, all movies, pretty much, since The Two Towers or so, I will wait patiently until it is out on DVD and then maybe be bothered to download or rent it. Maybe. If I remember. And I wonder why I never catch ANY references, ever, to anything...
I have a magical talent for being behind snogging couples at stoplights. Honestly. If I'm not behind them, I'm next to them or behind and to the side, WHERE I CAN SEE IT ALL IN PLAIN SNOG-O-VISION. I do not understand the compulsion to make out in cars while one party is in the driver's seat. It made me absolutely bonkers when Kevin would do something distracting while I was driving, even if we were at a stoplight, because, fuckit, I'M DRIVING A CAR. And so are the people in front of me who are sticking their tongues down each other's throats. Why? Why would you do this? If you are that overcome by passion, pull over to the side of the road, look, there's a motel right there, go for it. But the next couple I see doing this, gets to see me use my SUV for evil - I will ram them and claim they distracted me.
You are a GRAMMAR GOD!
If your mission in life is not already to
preserve the English tongue, it should be.
Congratulations and thank you!
How grammatically sound are you?
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This is particularly confusing because as far back as I can remember, I have miserably failed every grammar unit I've taken. I still can't discern parts of speech beyond the basic 'noun', 'verb', etc. Punctuation escapes me. And I would rather eat my own foot than diagram a sentence. I have passed English courses by being able to guess "this sounds/looks right", and being correct. I refer to this as "being magical".