We reflect on miscommunications and misunderstandings

We reflect on miscommunications and misunderstandings

"Morality, like art, means drawing a line someplace."

- Oscar Wilde

It's supposed to be warm tomorrow.  Seventy-seven degrees.  I wonder if it really will be.  Weather.com has been lying to me a lot lately, not unlike teachers who say I know more than I think I know and parents who say there's plenty of food in the fridge.  

I'm not ready for this week, not  at all.  I hate tests.  I think that anything that forces you to compare yourself to others should be permanently eliminated.  It's not healthy. 

I don't like blogging with a center alignment because it doesn't match the title of the post, but I like blogging with a center alignment because it looks better with the pictures.  I make things way too complicated - much like my history teacher. 

This evening I moved the part in my hair to the opposite side of my head, and now I feel totally off-balance.  Like I'm about to tip over or fall down.  That's how I felt when I was at the top of the Eiffel Tower - off-kilter.  And I think I've messed up the placement of my natural highlights.  Who knows what color my hair is now. 

It needs to be summer already.