10.8.2001
 
Tony, the hair effing rawks!

Ahem... onto another topic.

I. Effing. Hate. Favoritism.

Sure, if a teacher likes you lots the year goes by relatively easy. Best of all, you don't have to give the ass-kissing everyone under the instructor's contempt has to.

But... life becomes predictable. You get the grade, you're happy, you work on the next project. You get the grade. You're happy. But when you know that it's because the teacher likes you so... it cheapens the worth of that self-esteem booster.

On my way to the library after dad's finished catching some Z's on the couch. Need to photocopy crap from books (60 cents a page) and research a tad bit more before I can finish off my paper due tomorrow.

And after religious ed I get to henna my hands. They won't be very prominent since my skin is tanned, but still the designs will rock.

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