I feel bad sometimes when I get all nervous-y and anti-social. I feel like everyone's expecting me to be all bubbly and outgoing all the time, but that's just not me. I'm not shy, I'm not scared of people; I'm an introvert. I don't like to talk all the time.

Basically, I think it's not fair to be looked down upon for being quieter than others. Everyone's different. I get annoyed at people who do nothing but talk, but I'm not like, "Wow, you're so loud!" because that's just how they are. We all have different personalities. And I'm not going to "come out of my shell" all of a sudden just because someone tells me to.

This wasn't supposed to be a rant, so on a positive note, I just got back from Coldstone!

Honestly, I haven't really been job-hunting diligently. I have sent out a few resumes and cover letters, but I'm not as persistent as I was before. I miss making money, though.

So I've been slightly considering coloring my hair. :o I don't really care too much about dyeing my hair, but I really want to do a rinse or something. But ARGH what color?? I was thinking about going a little lighter, like light brown or auburn (maybe not...I just had a flashback of when my cousin's hair turned auburn due to the sun.....bad days...), or maybe I'll keep it dark but add some red "hues".

Blahhhh I hate making decisions!

"My bad."

"My bad."

No matter how it's said, it makes my skull crack. And to make matters worse, one of my greatest friends says it commonly. Oh my.

Anyways, now that I'm riled, I'll unwind by laughing at my old sister who is turning twenty one tomorrow.

I went to Busch Gardens a few weeks ago.  I'm still feeling the effects of riding Sheikra twice in a row, first thing in the morning. It's very traumatic on that first drop, dangling in the air for two seconds. And then it kinda hurts going down at a 90 degree angle...but holy wow it's awesome! If you're going to Busch Gardens any time soon, Sheikra should be at the top of your list.

Speaking of wild rides, my mom is afraid of riding with me when I drive. And oh boy did she flip out when she found out that my dad let me drive her car on the highway. She wants me to stick with my dad's car (the Dodge Neon) because it's smaller than her car (the Chrysler Pacifica). But I like the Pacifica better because it has a smoother ride. And my dad's brakes are weird.

So I'm sitting here in the living room with my lovly sister, and it's fun watching her play the Wii. She's pro in bowling. And now she's showing off because her fitness age is 25. I'm 32. -_- I have fury.

What's funner than playing spoons with your friends at lunch time? Nothing! Heh. But the fun stops when we're late for class, and the teacher actually comes to the student center to escort us back to the classroom. I could barely contain my laughter as she lectured us on the importance of being punctual. I'm always late to class, but hey, I was still nominated as student of the month! Whatcha know!