I got the test from the big Florida paper today. Extensive is right. It's about 20 pages. It's open book except on the spelling and people portions, then it's the honor system. I looked up "embarrass," but only because it was in a different part of the test first. I didn't use help with a vast majority of the test. There are still a couple math questions I have to do, but the calculator on my phone isn't sophisticated enough to handle numbers past 999,999. I hope I did well. We'll see.
I went shopping today and got my new coat. Just in time. It's around 50 degrees outside right now, and tomorrow that's supposed to be the high. I also got a pair of slippers for home and a pair of pants for work. I was shocked that I liked the pants, and they're not even black. The waist sort of fits me. Better than most of my pants now. Oh, and I bought a cherry vanilla Dr Pepper. It doesn't taste any different from regular Dr Pepper to me. I rented "Pirates of the Caribbean" again, but they only had it on videotape. Unfortunately, I dropped the tape as I was leaving the store, and it's now broken, so I can't watch it. At least I also got part II of the fifth season of "Sex and the City." I don't have to buy those since I'll have seen all the episodes. TV series on collections are too expensive anyway. I would take the movie back, but the wind is crazy outside. I'm perfectly content with waiting till tomorrow.
Oh, and I got a haircut. She cut too much off. It's like she doesn't want me to grow my hair long. She asks me how much longer I'm gonna let it get every time I go in there. I think I need a new stylist. At least I don't go nearly as often as Carly used to (and still might). I swear she got her hair cut at least once a month, if not more. And I asked her how much it would cost to dye my hair. She asked me what color, and I told her a darker brown. She said $60, but that she didn't understand why I would want to dye my hair when it's such a pretty color already. She is the worst salesperson ever. I hate my haircolor. There's still red in it, and I don't want it. I want a chestnut brown. It keeps getting lighter, and sorry, but my skin tone does not go well with light brown. Maybe if I had a tan, but that's out pretty much forever. And fake tans are too much work, and there are too many chances for error. I'm trying to avoid the zebra-stripe look. I'm already the whitest girl in El Paso - might as well be the whitest girl in the entire state of Florida. Maybe I can move there and get them to vote Democratic in four years.