Hmm. Apparently, you can be signed on to AOL and AIM at the same time. I just tried that (only with CompuServe, which is compatible with AOL), and I got an IM in both windows. A bit startling, but kinda neat.
Turns out there's a new kind of body modification that's gaining speed: tongue-splitting.
Curious? No pictures, but just reading that article is disturbing. Why would anyone
in their right mind do that? ::shudders:: Eyebrow piercing I can understand. Even chin piercing. But that's just too much.
I washed my hair this morning, so my day didn't really start until around 2. Yeah, it really does take that long. I spend at least thirty minutes blow-drying it. It usually takes longer, because my hair's rather thick and long.
Anyway, after that, my mom dropped me off at the library. It was more like I dropped myself off, really, because I drove. The rugrats came, too, muttering from behind me about how they were going to die. Great vote of confidence there. I've only driven the van a few times, so it's still new, but I didn't hit anything, and my family is still alive. Mission accomplished.
I stayed at the library until it closed at five. I'd already looked up a few books for the English report, the research for which was my primary objective, so I found them in the stacks and sat down to take notes. I remember Mrs. Anderson saying something about how the report will be easier to write if we read first, then write our own analyses, and then look for reference stuff. I tried that. I was just over halfway finished with
The Fall of the House of Usher before I realized I was just wasting time. So I switched to taking notes, which went nicely. I got a little distracted when one guy decided to talk on his cell phone (in the library!), but I have three non-book sources for my paper. Yay. Now I just have to write it. Not so yay.
Drove home, briefly practiced parking in the lot at the rugrats' school, made a sandwich, watched the end of
The Flintstones: Viva Rock Vegas, got online. My parents went to the movies, so I am currently listening to the rugrats scream at each other and washing my white clothes. Would you believe that
every single pair of socks I own was in my hamper? I only wear white socks, and I don't do white laundry as often, but I have so many pairs that it doesn't usually matter. It does now, though. I was stuck wearing the socks I hate because they're all stretched out... and possibly my dad's. (Don't ask.)
I have run out of things to say now. If it doesn't rain, Greg and I are going to Henson Creek tomorrow. It if does, we'll do something else. Not having a concrete plan kind of alarms me, but that's the point. I never just wing it. It might turn out okay.
