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said_scarlett) wrote2009-01-16 10:48 am
said_scarlett) wrote2009-01-16 10:48 am
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I'm seriously considering walking up to Fantastic Sams and getting my hair done today. Just the cut, not the color, as I figure I can strip the parts I need myself.
But a bit longer, I believe, as I want to keep some of my length. Obviously, it goes without saying that my back is feeling better. I also want to start on my room, now that I have 20 adorable Hello Kitty wall thingies to stick up everywhere. I think my fairy and pirate pictures have to migrate elsewhere. They do look a bit out of place amongst the wallscrolls and anime posters and pink brocade curtains.
It's alright. I've accepted that I have the decorating taste of a twelve year old Japanese girl.
I'd forgotten just how bad Robin Cook books can be. I can't remember thinking 'that's the stupidest thing the character could have done!' more times than when reading whatever one I read yesterday. You'd think all these important doctor people would be smart enough to, say...explain themselves when met with questioning over perfectly legitimate business, rather than start throwing punches or devising elaborate, Scooby-Doo like plans to get away. Or at the very least get out the words 'I'm a doctor'.
Also, why can no one ever impart information over the phone? Apparently something as simple as 'can we meet at this restaurant?' requires sneaking up someone's fire escape at 3 AM to be asked. *headdesks*
But a bit longer, I believe, as I want to keep some of my length. Obviously, it goes without saying that my back is feeling better. I also want to start on my room, now that I have 20 adorable Hello Kitty wall thingies to stick up everywhere. I think my fairy and pirate pictures have to migrate elsewhere. They do look a bit out of place amongst the wallscrolls and anime posters and pink brocade curtains.
It's alright. I've accepted that I have the decorating taste of a twelve year old Japanese girl.
I'd forgotten just how bad Robin Cook books can be. I can't remember thinking 'that's the stupidest thing the character could have done!' more times than when reading whatever one I read yesterday. You'd think all these important doctor people would be smart enough to, say...explain themselves when met with questioning over perfectly legitimate business, rather than start throwing punches or devising elaborate, Scooby-Doo like plans to get away. Or at the very least get out the words 'I'm a doctor'.
Also, why can no one ever impart information over the phone? Apparently something as simple as 'can we meet at this restaurant?' requires sneaking up someone's fire escape at 3 AM to be asked. *headdesks*