Wet Hair

April Fools day is always trying for me, especially on those occasions when I've had a particularly unexciting week. I always feel as though I need to push down past the part of me that desperately wants to go to sleep at 3 in the afternoon, and find something intelligent/crafty/unique as an April Fools joke. Today, I was simply far too tired for such efforts. Anyone in high school (particularly in State High) will probably know what I mean when I say that the last week (or the week before the last week, as the case currently is) is as close as secondary education ever comes to hell personified. I'm not kidding.

This week contained, or by Friday, will have contained (don't you love the future perfect tense? I love how we come up for all these sophisticated names for part of language, and yet cockroaches will still outlive us once we decide to go blow eachother off the face of the earth. Go figure) a total of five tests, a vocabulary journal in English, a 50 point timeline in US history, a discussion in European history, a writing reflection for English, reading 100+ pages of Grapes of Wrath for English, writing a journal on Grapes of Wrath for English, a poem project in French, and two articles of varying length in Journalism, both in some way related to the American education system and education policy in general. I apologize for that laundry list, but sometimes it's really, really nice to vent.

Anyway, in other completely not pertinant information (have you noticed that if you add the prefix "im" to pertinant as you would in impossible, to negate the term, you get seemingly entirely unrelated term, "impertinant"?) my hair has been wet for pretty much the last two days straight. I haven't wanted to/ had the time to dry my hair, and since my hair is growing at such a rate that it will need its own social security number any day now, a bun is pretty much the only way to keep the wild mass somewhat managable. This, however, leads to my hair NEVER actually drying. Go figure.

I'm going to be trying to update this every day, as part of BEDA for April. We'll see how that goes. It's strange, actually. I'm not even sure if anyone will ever read this. Maybe my words will just come together into a file, float out onto the internet, and never be read again, like a ship lost at sea. It makes me think of the question, if someone says something, and no one else is there to listen, was it ever said?

To anyone who read down to the end, many thanks
Peace. Love. Happiness.
~Cody