Short Stories III

 I. Her feet reminded me of an airport- the kind that older women wear onto the plane.

II. I currently wreak of hair chemicals and unfortunately, the blokes who sit next to me will have to wonder (but not really) where and what that awful cement-like stench is. It's me guys...it's me.

III. An old woman in the salon violently flipped up her hair dryer and complained that it was getting too hot. It immediately reminded me of Final Destination 2- or 3.

IV. I seriously can't get over my own chemical stench

V. I registered today with complete and total success. Subtly working around my work schedule, I was able to obtain a schedule that kicks my current schedule in the ass. Here goes:

i.Magazine journalism
ii. Fashion 101
iii. Math 251
iv. English 1b
*Fridays off
It worked out perfectly aside from my journalism class being nearly 4hrs long into the night. It's cool, it's a step. I need steps.

VI. As people file into the classroom as we speak, i am silently praying and warning them of an unappealing smell emanating from the top of my head.

The End.