2007-11-07 - 12:33 p.m.
Gross. That is a very gross image. Death by vocal cord removal = ew.

So I didn't get all that stuff done yesterday. I didn't have to, though. My EdPsych professor pushed the exam back! Hurray! And I got everything else done!

In other news, apparently, I am not allowed to straighten my hair without first consulting Einstein.

Einstein: (enters room) Your hair's straight.
Ninja: (typing furiously on an assignment) yes, it is.
Einstein: Why did you do that?
Ninja: (pauses) Because I felt like it.
Einstein: That's a good enough reason. I suppose.

I wonder if she notices those pauses I always give before I answer her inane questions about the intricacies of my daily routines. It's the pause where I ask myself if she is actually asking me that questions and my mind clicks furiously as it tries to work past the disbelief and come up with a non-snotty answer. It doesn't always happen. The pause itself, I would think, would indicate how irritating I find her questions, but nooooo. She just keeps asking. Where are you going? What are you doing? What are you wearing? What are you putting in the closet? What are you reading? Why are you laughing? Why's your hair straight?

I'm going to kill her by ripping out her vocal cords, I think.