"Hair Glitter"

I'm going to be really honest and tell you what is going through my head at the moment...  I'm listening to the radio right now, and since it's a weeknight evening in rush hour time, obviously there's insane traffic around here. (It's Virginia, what do you expect?) Anyway, on the radio, every 5 minutes the DJ gives a traffic report, in which he likes to just shout "DON'T TAKE I-95 SOUTH!! IT'S A MESS! DON'T DO IT! YOU'LL DIE!!!" into his microphone.  So basically, this dude gets paid to sit in a little booth during rush hour, listen to music, and shout instructions to anyone who's listening.  I've decided that if I don't make it in Hollywood I officially want to be a DJ... oh my gosh...To prove my point, this guy just started playing the Sesame Street theme song and saying "Everything will be fine! You'll be home soon!" for his traffic report. He must be laughing so hard inside.  :)

Actually, the real reason I'm writing a blog at the moment is because it was either this or write an email to my friend explaining the stupid teenage drama that went on in my history class today, which I'm not in the mood for right now.  I don't know why, usually I eat that stuff up, but today I'm just like "You know what? This is dumb... teenagers are dumb... why can't I be like the teenagers in my Latin textbook? All day they just climb trees, read, write, and run around in fields and gardens all day.  We haven't even hit the chapter where you meet their friggin PARENTS yet. The orphaned Roman kids just skip through the agris in their togas without a care in the world. How I envy them! (Just because I can, I'm going to write a couple sentences in Latin!)

Hodie puella Romana ascendae arbore, legit, scribit, et clamat in agris et horto. Neque puella neque puri non laeta. Ecce! Vaccae cadit in piscinam! Puella et pueri rident. Tu est legit Romani!

Oh yeah... I'm gooood :) Translation: Today the Roman girls climb trees, read, write, and and run in the fields and the garden. Neither the boys nor the girls are unhappy. Look! The cow fell in the fishpond! The boys and girls laugh.  You are reading Latin!

I know I mentioned this in my last post, but lately I've become kind of obsessed with high school football.  I went to the game the other night, and boy was that an adventure.  First of all, we were playing our rival, which meant lots of people showed up, including people from the rival school.  They pretty much filled up the bleachers on the away team side, which was a first.  Second, I ended up seeing a TON of people I knew there.  I brought a friend, and we ended up hanging out with four other girl friends, our guy friend and his little brother, and two other random guys who sort of came and went.  Anyway, somebody ended up pouring some "hair glitter" onto my head.  She (random seventh grader who was friends with my friend's little brother) said it was "hair glitter" but later she told me that she just found a bottle of purple glitter on the ground and decided people should put it in their hair...

Since I was all excited and hyper because of the football game and all my friends and such, I let her put some in my hair.  Within a few minutes, it made my hair hard and crunchy, and full of glitter. When my mom picked me up, she couldn't really see my hair in the car because it was dark. But when we got home she looked and my head and I had to explain the glitter episode to her. Since it was around 11 at night and I was in no mood to wash my hair, I just slept the way I was and washed it out in the morning. It took me 45 minutes, I'm not exaggerating.  I got the glue part out, but the glitter stayed.  Actually, there's still some in my hair today. Oh well.

Also, a tip I learned from my friend at the football game: if you want to get rid of an annoying boy (in latin that translates to puer molesti), just drag him over to where your dad is standing and introduce him. :)