Dear Die-ary...

WOW, Strong Sad in gothic attire?? Ni-i-i-i-ice. He looks incredibly cool.

Anyway, about my hair being missing. Well, just now I had my haircut. It's not that the hairdresser hacked off all of my hair, in fact, she didn't cut that much off. No, she wanted to comb my hair before she cut it. So, yes, she did. Well, attempted to. My hair's too knotted to do anything with it. About 19% of my hair was ripped out of the tangles that they had preserved. (The other 1% was just cut.) So, I have less hair... yay.

Strange things happened today. For example, I was called into Mrs Salt's office. I didn't know why, she just sneaked up on me after the morning's assembly. So, I was worrying all day about what she was to say to me at lunch time...

I waited outside her office, nervously shifting from side to side on the 'wait here NOW' seat. I have often seen people stand outside her office, and everytime I noticed their scowl, the impression would be that they were in deep trouble, like they were waiting to get detention or a similar punishment. And now I was waiting there. I glared at the people who walked past; they all looked down their noses at me, their eyes squinting... I could tell that if they were to say anything, they would say, "HA". The most noticable sneer was from that B1TCH Sophie Hoff (don't care if you're reading this. You ratted on me for the graffiti thing, and everyone knows it. Everyone also know what a b1tch you are.), who hovered over me, and her EYES. They were so thin, they were thinner than the side of a piece of paper. The look on her face was like, "My work here is done." Seriously.

Waiting and waiting and waiting... I hoped it would be over soon. Eventually, I heard footsteps, and a creaky voice. From around the corner creeped Mrs Salt. She swept me up from my seat, and I followed her into her office. She told me to sit down, which I did. Another teacher followed me, and this is where MORE waiting is involved. Mrs Salt wanted to show this teacher an email, and this took about 5-10 minutes. As soon as the teacher scuttled off, Mrs Salt produced a sheet I had filled in. Have I mentioned this sheet before? It's a sheet I had to fill in about Work Experience, she didn't like what I put, and sent it back to me, I filled it in again, and today involves the next point of the story. So, she sat down, and sighed at me. I had gone over it again, yes, but she must be blind or something, because she said I had done NOTHING to it. I could tell this'd take a long time.

In the next 20 minutes or so, she squeezed useless information out of me. Seriously, it was NOT NEEDED. But somewhere in that interview, the subject turned to bullying, self-esteem, friends, and similar crap. She asked if there were any REAL friends in my class that I talked to, and then she told me that I seemed 'lonely'. I said I prefered it that way, to which her response was that of "YOU... ALIEN!!!!! OMGONOZ, SHE IS NOT NORMALLLL!!!!!!!111one111zorz!" No, she didn't say that, I mean the expression on her face was... Never mind. Then, she went on about her needing to increase my self-esteem, and that I would have to have some sort of 'councilling' session every now and then. I couldn't believe this... But if she has issued me an invitation to twist everything until it is no longer recognisable...

Then I must accept.

*grins maniacally*