Argh. Why me? WHY ME? At the risk of sounding melodramatic, arrrrgh!

I guess most of it can just be chalked up to bad luck lately. When I went to the clinic a few weeks ago, I had wait an hour to see the doctor. When I went out for pizza with Kitana on the weekend, our pizza was half an hour later than they told us it would be. When I was attempting to talk to Benjamin last night, he ditched me for half an hour because Kori called. And I waited, of course, through all of these things, because I'm a sucker. I think I need to start being more pro-active with my life. Agressive even. Say things like, "Excuse me. My appointment was for 10. it's now 10:45. I have another meeting I'm going to be late for, so I'm leaving. Thank you for your help. Or should I say, the lack thereof." Or, "Excuse me. Our pizza was to be ready for 6 o'clock. It's now 6:35, and I would like my money back so I can go eat somewhere else." Or, "Hey, Ben? Contrary to popular belief, I do have better things to do than sit around and wait for you while you jump through hoops for your ex-girlfriend. Like sleep. See ya later." (Since he's my friend, I can afford to be more openly snide with him--the others require much subtlety.)

The worst, though, happened this morning, and it was bad enough to give me residual anger over all these other slights, both real and imagined. I went to get my hair cut, as it had been getting long and shaggy, and its last cut was in December. I made an appointment for 10:30, arrived 5 minutes early, and waited for a good 40 minutes before I finally got my head in the sink. After explaining to the hairdresser what I wanted--"two or three inches off all around, I'm trying to go grow it out"--I agreed to let her add a few layers so that it had some 'movement' to it. My hair. Is Layered. All around. We're not talking a few layers. We are talking all layers. Some of the layers are quite short--chin length. Some of them are down past my shoulders. So much for growing my hair out--it'll take me at least another year, maybe a year and a half to grow this haircut out and get me back to where I was prior to 11:10 this morning. Grrr.

I shouldn't complain, because I do look alright. I guess. But it wasn't what I wanted, and more than that, it's almost distinctly what I said I didn't want. I can't even pull it back in a pony tail now. And she kept pulling my hair, and I kept gritting my teeth, forgetting that it hurt more to grit my teeth than to have her pull my hair. Bitch, bitch, bitch.

Mum and I went to Barrie yesterday and I got new shorts and pants, which was really nice. Dad's taking a trip up to sudbury on Thursday, so I shall be returning to North Bay rock city for a few days before returning home on Sunday with Benjamin and Monty, who want to go see Spiderman in Barrie. This is good, as I will be able to pay off my overdue library book fines. Which hopefully will not be more than $40. It'll be good to be back in the city again--I just hope no one drank my Pepsi.

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