November 9, 1998.

"But I'm too full to swallow my pride."

-the police

So now my hair is green.

And it doesn't even have the decency to be uniformly green...it's also interspersed with auburn, black and even a blonde Ginger Spice-ish streak right at the front. Grad photos are on Wednesday.

Sigh.

I need someone to dye my hair. I got the impression that Sister Sunshine felt put upon when I asked her, but I'd rather not spend $35 for a temp job. I just don't know how to make an overture of friendship to that girl anymore...but that's another problem.

Sigh.

Last night I figured out conclusively that I cannot get into teacher's college next year, despite the assurances of my wacky Uncle Donald. Western University (i.e. the Clone Factory) will not even look at me without a 70% average in my teachables...and I'd conveniently forgotten that social science is the place where I come when I want to suck. My only other options are U of T (who looks at life experience, which I am conspicuously lacking), Windsor or Lakehead. I am not willing to go to Windsor or Thunder Bay. I don't think T Bay would be that bad, but if I'm going to expand my life-experience horizons, I might as well go full force & leave the country. And If I go to Windsor, I'll run into my evil cousin Jessica more often than never...which would be bad.

I think that the best course would be to take 2 more courses next year or in the summer to give me a real second teachable...and if I go for something like history, it'll expand my teacher's college range exponentially.

But enough about me. Let's talk about you...