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Hi, it's Rianna here to bring you another angsty po-

Actually no. Life's been pretty darn good, actually. Why? Well, Dad has behaved himself, for one. I might be excempt from my APES H final too; I'll find out tomorrow. You see, in my school if you have a 90% average in a class or higher and if you are a senior, you don't have to take the final for the class. I have an 87% average, and there are three assignments that have yet to be processed, one of which is a test.

So-

Fingers crossed on that.

My friend and I have English together next semester and it's going to be fantastic. I have the cloud cuckoolander again for German three: fantastic. Last but not least, my art teacher is personally going teach me how to me how to airbrush shade Lady Gaga tomorrow: faaaaantassstiiiiiicccc~

The only thing not fantastic about the present, is that I burnt another finger on hot-glue today; my main finger I "hunt&peck" type with to boot. Though, it doesn't hurt that much- it's just a little tender is all.

And now ladies and gentlemen I present to you an extension of PD's latest Meme because I enjoyed myself, dammit:

Music Drabble Meme:

* Make a playlist of however many songs you'd like.
  

Not necessarily in that order either.

So far today, I got my hair cut and my eyebrows done, which was nice. The Hairdresser I saw was not the one my mother and I usually go to. The one I was assigned today went by the name of Caroline, and she was very nice. She was so nice in fact, that I'm actually considering her over my mom's preferred hairdresser Mona for the next time I go for a trim. I guess what I like about this Caroline is that she isn't as much of an incessant chatterbox as Mona is. Caroline could hold a conversation without driving me insane, and while we're at it: she didn't constantly try to forcefully re-angle my head -like Mona often did- whilst she trimmed either; THAT DROVE ME NUTS.

After getting my hair all primed and trimmed, Dad and I stopped by the Daycare Center that I've been eying. You see, when my Aunt came up for a visit she had suggested I get a job taking care of children; I couldn't disagree really. I love kids, the memory of watching over the kids in the NKC and the fun I had while doing it never quite escaped me. So anyway, we showed up at the front desk and asked if they were hiring, only to find out that you need a Highschool diploma in order to be a junior teacher there. (Which, by the way, was the only open position.) I WAS SO DISAPPOINT :c.

After that disappointing news, we came home. Dad went right back out  to take care of Grandmom, and I plopped my butt on this chair and started writing this to kill time :D!

-In other news. I've kind of been a Pokemon spin lately. I've been reading a manga called Pokemon Adventures and getting really unhealthily obsessed with it. It's not a good thing. Really. It spurred me to make to make a roleplay journal of bedazzlinglyAND ON TOP OF THAT, I'm thinking of filling out the application to put him into a game, called 3step_paradise . The application process there is really long, but somehow I think I'm actually gonna sit myself through the wrist slicing experience of doing it because I'M THAT DAMN FIXATED. The obsession has moved into the 'IRL' zone as well; I'm in the process of finishing a Raichu Maquette.

...That's all for now, I guess. >_>