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Just Another Senseless Post
Nov. 9th, 2007 08:29 amI should have posted this yesterday, but I didn't feel like it. I do want to rant about it today, though.
It rained yesterday. It decided to start the exact minute I put one foot out of the door of the English school. There is nothing worse than a ridiculous little rain in a hot day. It only makes the day hotter. You know that little rain that doesn't make anything wet, but yourself? That is so useless that doesn't take temperature down, doesn't wet the earth, which only purpose is to make your life miserable? That's the rain from yesterday. So down I go to the bus stop, carrying an umbrella, my books and my purse hurrying not to miss the bus. We (me and my friend) get there right at the time the bus is stopping. Lucky us. I go in and pay the ride for both of us, because she payed on Tuesday (I stupidly forgot any kind of money). The bus was full. I had to stand a good part of the ride, holding the change, my purse, my books, a wet umbrella, holding on not to fall, dripping with sweat. Just imagine the scene. A woman sitting right in front of me just HAD to complain that my umbrella dripped on her a couple of times. Oh, poor her. No one was wet inside the bus. No one had come from a storm outside. And yet she complained to the person beside her (and NOT to me) that some people were just like that. I almost asked her "like what?" but kept my mouth shut. I just wanted to yell at her that I was very sorry for the half a dozen drops of water that burned her skin like acid while holding books, money, purse standing inside a bus. But I didn't. I'm not that kind of person. Instead I tried even harder to balance everything in one hand, away from her, making it drip all over me instead of her and almost falling on a number of occasions. But I so wanted to shake the umbrella over her head. Did you ever had to stay in a cramped bus for forty minutes having wet people dripping all over you each time the bus stops? It's hell. And yet she only complained about me. </rant>
On another completely unrelated matter, my hair looks great today. Maybe I should expect more rain. It has never looked so prettie without me spending a fortune in hair products. And all I did was trying that miraculous new shampoo from the commercial. It actually works. It's NOT standing all over the place! It's really and actually strait. Not electric. And brilliant. Even the ends are less dry now. It looks lighter than ever, almost dark blond. Shiny and pretty. A true miracle. My hair is just not obedient. Ever. It's technically strait, but it doesn't stay down and just goes wherever it pleases. Hairdryers are HELL. They don't fix it. A hair straightener sometimes works. If I have the patience of using it for hours. That's how bad it is. And yet, today it looks like I spend a whole day caring for it.
It rained yesterday. It decided to start the exact minute I put one foot out of the door of the English school. There is nothing worse than a ridiculous little rain in a hot day. It only makes the day hotter. You know that little rain that doesn't make anything wet, but yourself? That is so useless that doesn't take temperature down, doesn't wet the earth, which only purpose is to make your life miserable? That's the rain from yesterday. So down I go to the bus stop, carrying an umbrella, my books and my purse hurrying not to miss the bus. We (me and my friend) get there right at the time the bus is stopping. Lucky us. I go in and pay the ride for both of us, because she payed on Tuesday (I stupidly forgot any kind of money). The bus was full. I had to stand a good part of the ride, holding the change, my purse, my books, a wet umbrella, holding on not to fall, dripping with sweat. Just imagine the scene. A woman sitting right in front of me just HAD to complain that my umbrella dripped on her a couple of times. Oh, poor her. No one was wet inside the bus. No one had come from a storm outside. And yet she complained to the person beside her (and NOT to me) that some people were just like that. I almost asked her "like what?" but kept my mouth shut. I just wanted to yell at her that I was very sorry for the half a dozen drops of water that burned her skin like acid while holding books, money, purse standing inside a bus. But I didn't. I'm not that kind of person. Instead I tried even harder to balance everything in one hand, away from her, making it drip all over me instead of her and almost falling on a number of occasions. But I so wanted to shake the umbrella over her head. Did you ever had to stay in a cramped bus for forty minutes having wet people dripping all over you each time the bus stops? It's hell. And yet she only complained about me. </rant>
On another completely unrelated matter, my hair looks great today. Maybe I should expect more rain. It has never looked so prettie without me spending a fortune in hair products. And all I did was trying that miraculous new shampoo from the commercial. It actually works. It's NOT standing all over the place! It's really and actually strait. Not electric. And brilliant. Even the ends are less dry now. It looks lighter than ever, almost dark blond. Shiny and pretty. A true miracle. My hair is just not obedient. Ever. It's technically strait, but it doesn't stay down and just goes wherever it pleases. Hairdryers are HELL. They don't fix it. A hair straightener sometimes works. If I have the patience of using it for hours. That's how bad it is. And yet, today it looks like I spend a whole day caring for it.
