RainingHelium

"From my thoughts I will exclude this very thing that I hate more than everything - the way I'm powerless to dictate my own moods." Yep, that's me.  Okay, so, seriously.  Life... is hectic.  Finals, and consequently the semester, will be over in a few days.   A life without school seems very strange and foreign.  I'm sure I will adapt quickly, only to adapt back to the school life after two and a half weeks.  That's right, my friends.  Summer school. Anyway, there was no real point for this.  But I thought I'd let the DeviantArt world know that I'm still quite alive.  Check my xanga for more proof of that fact.

I was reading the back of a shampoo bottle today, and after all the 'wash, rinse, repeat' stuff it said "Style as usual."  And I came to the realization that I do not style my hair. I wash it.  I occasionally brush it.  Then I put it up in a ponytail, and eventually it dries.  Some days it's more tangly than others.  And some days it's more ugly than others.  But I do not style my hair. Have I no style?

Breaking news:  It's now a mathetmatical fact - say, Erin's Theorem of Declining Semesterdom - that as the end of school gets nearer and nearer, the weeks get longer. This, like most mathematical theorems, does not need to be proven.  Just trust me.  I'd trust you. Here's another one, just for kicks, courtesy of Rizob, my favorite fellow math-teaching-fool:  Leaving spitty cups around the room is only inviting disaster.