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I am going to my father's house tomorrow.
Tina is picking me up in the morning. Yay!
Am getting used (use? I really should figure out which one it is.) to the black hair. Although it is slightly alarming to walk into the bathroom and see my reflection. BAM! BLACK HAIR!
Also, it makes me look pasty.
They say that in the winter, you aren't supposed to go more than two shades lighter or darker than your natural hair color.
Black is definitely way more than two shades darker, seeing as my hair is supposed to be blonde.
Maybe I should dye it back to blonde when I get bored with the black. Hmm.
Enough about my hair.
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I may attempt to get my driver's license in the next few weeks.
I am scared beyond all reason.
I hate driving. Hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it.
That being said, I feel more comfortable when I am in control, rather than being the passenger.
It still makes me nervous, though.
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I received Adam's letter yesterday. I always get really excited when I get mail. It's the best. :]
Am about halfway through reading The Invisible Man.
It's excellent!
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Oh, how lovely. My Aunt Denise has added me as a friend on facebook.
Now she's going to go read my notes, and tell my mother that I'm a horrible child.
She's coming up for Christmas.
Don't get me wrong- I love Aunt Denise. She's just so...religious. I also don't have a problem with religious people, just ones who judge me.
Whenever she comes up, I purposely wear my Harry Potter shirts and carry the books around with me. Baha. It's rather amusing.
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In other news, the Nerdfighter novel project is in full swing!
I'm still afraid my chapter is not going to live up to everyone's expectations.
I don't think I'm very good at writing, which is a problem, as I want to be a writer.
Damn.
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Peter Clementine is in his mid-twenties. I pick twenty-four. That is how I imagine him.
Peter needs glasses, although he loses them all too often.
He is very lanky and awkward, I think- he has problems with small cars and short chairs.
His wardrobe consists of mostly grays and blacks and whites. Neutral colors; Peter doesn't want to draw attention to himself.
Peter loves to play chess. He could spend hours down at the park, playing chess with the old people (I don't actually know if there are old people at the park to play chess with; I base my information on that subject entirely on that short at the beginning of A Bug's Life, where that old man is playing with himself).
Television is not Peter's thing. He owns a television (who doesn't?) but he rarely watches it. He would much rather read a book.
Peter is actually quite a nice fellow to talk to, if you'd just give him the chance.
But he is rather shy, so he'd never be the one to initiate conversation.
His favorite color is puce (Okay, that was a joke. Puce is a horrible color, and nobody should ever choose it as their favorite).
How about maroon? Peter seems like a maroon person.
He also sounds like he would be a runner.