Stephanie's series of unfortunate events.

My hair looks weird. No, I mean weirder than it normally is. Why? Because: 1. I just let my mom get carried away with the scissors, and 2. I just took a bath.


The end result? I'm an effing David Desrosiers clone. Shit. Only he looks much, much better in the 'I just escaped the tsunami' hairstyle.


Anyway, this even kicked a series of aftershocks. (Just like the tsunami).


First of all, I was already in a bad mood, having my friend get all pissed at me for hanging up on him. (Accident, I swear.) And what with that day being the last day of the holidays...sigh, and the dreaded photography session that very week, I was already in a bad mood.


Then my dearest mommy cut a whole 2 inches off my already short hair. And if you know me or my hair well enough, you could probably imagine what I look like now. A mushroom. Seriously, it's like Hiroshima just went Ka-boom on my head.


And it also happened that Sunday was an extremely hot day. So I got a headache. Nice. I got into a very, very bad mood. For the first time in years I threw a hissy tantrum.


I decided to seek out my first victim. I decided on my big red fluffy chair. I let my anger out and gave the poor chair a hefty kick. And I missed. I couldn't believe it. That's what happens when you stop playing sports. So I hit the rollers it was on instead. Rollers that were made of solid metal. Damn.


So in addition to a very foul mood, now I had a beauty of a bruise on my right foot. I rolled around in agony for a couple of minutes while admiring my newly acquired injury. Then I decided to cool off with a cold shower. Then my hair went poof on me again. Worst of all, the water made my bruise throb non-stop. Grrr.


Then, like the idiot I was, I decided to take revenge against my offensive chair. I jumped off my bed and launched another kick at it. This time, I put all my weight on my left foot. Which happened to be on my nice furry carpet, which was also known for being a tad slippery.

So this is what happened in all of 2 seconds. I kicked my chair. The carpet spun me at a weird angle and I jarred my leg from my ankle to my knee. Then I slipped on the carpet an gave my ass a huge bruise. Of course, reflex made me grab something before I fell. The nearest thing was my bed, but thanks to my oh-so-evil luck, I missed for the second time that day. I skinned my right arm from my wrist 3 inches down. Beautiful. Now, all this because of a bad haircut. Sigh. I need anger management therapy.

So there you go, my terribly written account of my accident.


Oh yeah, I could hardly walk the next day in school, thanks to my one-sided injuries. And having my friends laugh my haircut was no picnic either.


To top it all off, I received my results for Maths and Science on Monday. 77 for Science and *sob* 75 for Math. My first B for math. Ever. And it looks like my first real effore at studying for Science not only didn't pay off, it also made me drop from an A to a stupid B.

That's what you get for being hardworking.

The world SO hates me.

......and my haircut.