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The Ter Got In Trouble Express is chugging along nicely. I turned in my letter to the editor yesterday and proved that I do have a style manual. Now all I have to do is go to a plaigiarism workshop and I'll be good to go.
There really isn't much to talk about, since things are starting to once again stagnate. Seriously, my biggest beef lately is the fact that I decided to grow my hair out and it's taking on a personality and life all its own. When I had it cut reallyreallyreally short, naturally it was layered to give it shape and body or whatever terminology Shirley (my hairdresser) used. Which would be fine... if I was keeping it short. Now that the Growing Out Extravaganza has begun, it's getting rather uneven. The sides are curling, which leads to looking frizzy, and, of course, it's growing out not down. If I had no sense of self-preservation at all, now would be the time to dye it red again and I wouldn't mind daddy being justified in calling me Bozo (something he does occasionally regardless of my hair color). I just need to be patient. Mom trimmed the dead ends on the parts that are growing out instead of down, so it looks a little less like I spent some quality time in a wind tunnel and more like I just didn't bother to brush it properly.
I have no segue. My parents and I were talking about the houses we looked at in Virginia this summer tonight and how if we could put the house we liked on the lot of one house with the basement of another and the garage of another, we'd have had the perfect house. It just got me thinking about how I was suppose to be living there by now and got to wondering about what living on my own is going to be like. If I'll ever get to live on my own. Not that I completely dislike living with Mom and Dad... but it's those three words combined with my age and unemployment status that plunge me into the I'll Never Be On My Own Pit of Depression. There is a light at the end of this tunnel, I just hope it's daylight and not an oncoming train.
Let's think happy thoughts, shall we?
Since everyone and their brother seems to be mentioning it in some form or other -- is it just me, or is it cold outside?? We've been routinely hitting 50 below overnight lately. Daddy said to be prepared for rolling blackouts, which wouldn't surprise me in the least. We were without power in the great Ice Storm of '98, but it wasn't this obscenely cold either (though at the time taking showers in a 48 degree bathroom -- yes, we put a thermometer in there, dorks we are -- wasn't exactly a trip to the circus, lemme tell ya). When I was leaving campus yesterday, I was walking into the wind going through the parking lot and by the time I got to my car, I was wondering if I still had ears. The sun was shining, that rat bastard, but wasn't throwing any heat. My sisters are suppose to come home tomorrow for our annual joint celebration of Mom and daddy's birthdays (daddy's was on the 08th and Mom's is on the 26th). If it stays this nasty, it's a no go. Since the cold snap hit, closings and delays are on constant rotation on two of the local stations. I can't watch Divorce Court or Guiding Light without being told of this school's activities being cancelled or this Bingo session being cancelled or this meeting being postponed until a later date. It's absolutely nuts! Schools are even phoning in the day before saying, "Know what? Just not gonna happen tomorrow. Sorry." What gets me is when daddy's brother that lives in Florida for the winter calls and asks, "Is it cold there? It's 70-something here." What a tease!
Hoping everyone stays warm!
Thanks for reading,
Ter
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