Stupid 1970. However, maybe this will encourage me to find out what happened 'on this day' in 1970.

Okay, so my computer says it is the 25th of June, 1970. I'm going to go and research.

Wow...So Miss Puerto Rico, 1997 was born on that date.

I can't believe that's the first thing that came up. Groundbreaking stuff this is.

I suppose I should just embrace the 70s.

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...Stupid computer.

It's too much effort. So I'm just going to leave it as it is. That is, if LJ lets me.

Today I have eaten my own wieght in chocolate raisins - My reasoning being that they are at least HALF healthy. But now I feel slightly ill.

And my sister ever so kindly pointed out in regards to a picture I posted of my make-up on the muse board before 'you actually look alright in that'. (Another way of saying 'but you look like a munter the rest of the time'). Ah well, what are little sisters for? And honesty IS the best policy. Heh. *makes mental note to slap Kate later*.

In other news, I'm completely and utterly stressed out that I've lost my maths books. :-( I could actually cry. They have so much work in them! Urgh, damn me and my extreme disorganisation. I better find them soon, or I'm absolutely fucked.

Stupid grade requirements for uni.

And also, some random woman started talking to me as I was walking to school this morning. She was in her late fifties, early sixties, and very well-to-do. She started talking to me about uni and the like, and I was telling her of my plan to get a job during the summer, and she said 'Oh, well you know, it'll be very difficult, what with all these foreigners coming in and getting all the jobs'.

Great, I've made friends with a racist idiot.

That's one thing I hate you know, people going on and on about 'bloody foreigners taking our jobs'. So what? If we went to live in Portugal, we'd expect to get a job. Same thing.

God, the British are so...British.

Why do British people appear to be so much more closed minded than...well, everyone else? Is it because we're completely isolated from other countries? I dunno.

It does piss me off though.

It does make me happy that I'm now allowed to vote, and our local council elections are coming up soon, so I get to actively make no difference to our local politics, as opposed to passively.

Yay. I think.

I helps me keep track of the date. Which I suppose is always useful, non?
My computer's date is set to the 24th of June, 1970, for some reason unknown to me, and it cannot be changed. Odd. So having to change the date on that thing up there ^ every day, helps me keep in touch with 2008. I get caught up in all the bad hair and crazy 70s outfits otherwise.

Shall I tell you about my day?
I will.

Well, I woke up and decided to curl my hair. But as most people know, when you sleep on slightly damp hair, it does not dry as Hollywood movies would lead you to believe. Oh no.

You wake up with an odd parting that seems to go all the way down the back of your head, your fringe is wavy and most unflattering and it looks greasy. Nice.

So then I had the dilemma of finding my various velcro rollers that are scattered around my floor (not an easy task, as most of them have attached themselves to the undersides of clothes that are scattered around the floor, or the cat, in one case), and attaching them to my head in such a way that would increase volume, reduce back-of-head-parting and actually stay put. Quite stressful for 6.30 in the morning, with bloody Scott Mills talking crap from the radio in the corner.

Well, anyway, to cut a long story short, My hair ended up looking like crap, my make-up ended up looking like crap (I fixed it later though, no fear), the clothes I was wearing looked like crap, and I generally...looked like crap.

Then I tried looking for my two frigging maths books, but couldn't find them, so then I went home after maths, at about 11am (quadruple free on a monday afternoon rocks my world).

Ironically enough, I came home with the intention of doing a psychology essay, but ended up drawing in every single wrinkle on my face with black eyeshadow (it does NOT look as sexy as you might think), and I am still procrastinating.

But I still maintain it is a stupid essay, and we've actually already done it. Buh.

I'm probably done talking now.

So I'll go.

This LJ business is very stressful. Not a fan much yet. It will have to redeem itself I think.

I have no idea what to use this thing for anyway. Ranting? Or telling people about my day?
Well being as my life is very boring at the minute, I'm supposing the former. But I haven't made up my mind yet.

At the moment it appears to have taken the form of a stream of consciousness. How dull for you reading.

Whatevs.