Thursday, April 12, 2007
Things are getting better

The stress of the last week has finally seemed to leave my body. Well, almost. I slept good last night, I didn't reply to the email I received yesterday in regards to my comment on Tammy's the slut's post. I hereby award myself a very large Gold star. If all of this happened a few years ago, I guarantee the outcome would not have been so pretty.

Anyway, little bro turns 37 tomorrow on Friday the 13th! ewwww Creeeeepy. He's doing good and is looking forward to tomorrow night when his friends are taking him out. Hopefully the alcohol won't bring his mind back to feeling sorry for himself and he'll have a good time. I'd hate to think that she ruined his birthday, too, and I really don't think leg shackles would look good on me. I'm way too short to pull it off!

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I decided to take a quiz tonight without studying just because I think I'm super smart and would automatically get an A+ after one fast read of the lesson. Joke's on me!! I got a 40. Yes. A FORTY. Good thing the quizzes don't count toward my final grade.

I'm just not that interested in 1920's silent films. ZZZZZZZZ

I had to pretend I was a film maker back then and come up with a short, silent comedy keeping my words to approx 250. Here it is....... I'll let you know if I get better than a forty.

The Barber Shop

Leaves are blowing around a small community’s Main Street. The sky is dark and gray.
A man is seen walking down the sidewalk. His clothes are tattered and dirty, his hair is long and tangled underneath a baseball hat. He carries his belongings in a sack slung over his shoulder, there are holes in his gloves and he’s walking against the wind appearing to be very chilly.

As he walks by a Barber shop he stops beside the spinning red, white and blue pole and takes notice of the sign in the window. *FIRST HAIR CUT FREE*

He looks at his reflection in the window and touches his hair. Nodding, he enters the shop. The barber’s facial expression shows he is taken aback but he seats the man in his chair and proceeds to give him a shampoo. He struggles with it, getting his fingers tangled and stuck and then has to resort to conditioner to get himself freed. He combs the hair out and picks up his scissors. Holding them near the man’s ears he looked at him questioningly as if to ask if that was the length he wanted. The man nods. The barber cuts but it’s never to the man’s liking. He keeps shaking his head and holding his hands on each side showing the barber that he didn’t believe it was straight. The barber cuts again and this goes on and on until the man has practically no hair on his head what so ever. The barber is sweating in frustration yet continues to try to please the man.
When he’s to the point of baldness, the man points to a shelf of wigs and tries several on. He shakes his head at the toupee’s and the shorter styles but his eyes light up at the sight of a woman’s shoulder length wig. The barber puts it on his head and the man smiles broadly, puts his hat back on his head and leaves the shop. The barber walks over to the sign in the window, takes it down and slumps against the door in despair.

Divulged by Queen Kathleen at 8:41 PM 0 peasants gossiping

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