So much for emancipation.

You'd think, that after 15 - almost 16 - years of living, a girl would be capable of washing her hair. I trust that this is true in 99.9% of the cases. It seems that I belong to that 0.01%, along with the other retards in this world and those few people that don't have hands and are therefore incapable of washing their hair.

Wednesday morning. I wake up, with thoughts too vulgar to express in this blog, but I get out of bed anyway. "I must, and will, confront my English teacher with the fact that I have not watched the BBC News and have for that reason not prepared my presentation. I can't keep chickening out from confrontations. I must accept any consequences." I climb out of bed, with sore shoulders from last night's volleyball practise, and put in my contact lenses. I take a shower, in the hopes that the warm water will make me feel better. I reach out for the hairshampoo (lol...ok sorry inside joke) but find it is missing. "It's empty!" I resort to the Head & Shoulders For Men bottle, which I assume belongs to my brother. Feeling slightly offended simply because there is no Head & Shoulders For Women, I use it anyway --I have no other options. As my hands are filled with foamy goodness, I feel a drop of water dripping down my forehead. I think to myself, "this tiny drop can't do any harm, it's only water. It doesn't sting in your eyes. If you can swim with your eyes open, you can also take a drop of water." Five seconds later, my eyes were producing tears like a madman, and I was in absolute agony. The intense pain in my left eye was killing me. "You stupid fuck! That wasn't water! It was that freaking Head & Shoulders For Men!"

God really does punish immediately. How was I to know that it would be a sin to use men's shampoo.----------
I am... "proud" of myself. Finally had a bit of a productive Sunday afternoon.
I feel... offended. Still.
I will... take over the world someday. If everything works out.
I love... MS Paint.
I hate... cold toes.
I want... yummy toothpaste. Those free samples mom brings home aren't that great.
I need... hand lotion.
The reader... has not yet forgotten that my birthday is in exactly a week. ;-)