Yes, I have a talent. I’m not referring to written rambling or singing or saying random things which make my friends laugh. No, my talent is keeping control. Because, I swear to God, if I lacked control, I would’ve screamed my head off in Maths today, possibly even committed homicide. It’s at this point you ask “Geez, Girly, what HAPPENED?”. Well, my Maths class has about half a dozen girls who talk so often that they don’t stop for air. The fact that my recent Maths results weren’t high probably didn’t help. I sit by myself so I can concentrate and work. But NO. I can NEVER concentrate because they’re too busy playing hide the textbook of the friend when she goes to wash her bleeding ear, or lifting the chair while someone’s sitting on it. Understand this, I have nothing against these girls outside of Maths. But in Maths, they’re nightmare-ish.

Okay, now I have vented. I recently bought, for my own entertainment and for $10, a platinum blonde wig with a fringe. I wear it a lot when I’m at home and need a pick-me-up (for some reason, it always works). My family thinks it’s strange though. They reckon that while it suits my colouring that it’s strange seeing me with platinum blonde hair. But then again, I’m known to wear random things on my head when I’m bored. Fedoras, sunhats (the big floppy ones), glittery bobbles that are attached to springs that are attached to a headband, devil horns. It’s at the stage where when I wear this stuff around the house, my family don’t look twice. Is it really that sad?