Hmm, actually, Vera, my hair is a lighter brown... it looks nearly black in that picture, I don't know why.

::poking around Sequentialtart listlessly:: I really need to go study for my Chemistry test, even though I'm not sure even if I'm even having a test, because our teacher has been absent all week and none of us knows what's going to be on this test or how to do anything we are currently doing...but then she's pulled this kind of stunt on us before, so. I heard a rumor that it was being post-poned until Monday, which would be good for me because that means I can devote tomorrow to my English project.

I'm a little worried about that, too, because a part of it depends on literary criticism, except mine is being replaced by actual words from the author, since she's contemporary and lives here and everything. If she doesn't respond to me by tomorrow, I'll have to suck up my courage and actually phone her. God, I hope I don't have to do that. I REALLY hope I don't have to do that. I HATE phone conversations with people I don't know. I just hate them. When I was in California it took me aeons to work up the courage to phone up Vera; fortunately talking to her wasn't as difficult as, say, the people at Pizza Hut, who I'm not sure even speak English.