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Mizeleingzelo`s TechnoBlog
Monday, 10 April 2006
Greetings from The Reality, Rogue-hair!
Now Playing: Best of Dream Dance - The Special Megamix Edition 2, CD1 © 2002 Sony Music Entertainment (Germany) GmbH &Co. KG
Topic: General babling

Mood: "Super" genious geniouslightbulb

Finally on Friday, 7th of this month, 2 days ago, my car was ready for the painting, although my teacher was still whining about some things (including that I hadn`t placed back the roof fabrique yet). I started the car on Thursday and drove it to the washing hall even if the Team Toyota was giving suspicious comments. They didn`t believe that my baby wouldn`t start after the crash and standing in the schools garage for a month, but THEY WERE WRONG! laughGrimaces showing her tongue to Team Toyota I knew my darling-Mazda wouldn`t fail me. joyful laugh

So, on Friday noon I filled the paint gun and started the smelly process of painting my car, which I took surprisingly well - knowing that I have asthma and I didn`t have the right kind of painting gas mask, only a better kind of "paper" mask. My teacher would have had one but he didn`t lend it to me... sad
Well, I managed, although when painting the roof I was all the time feeling I`m slightly too short to see properly where I`ve painted already. My teacher showed me quickly how to do it and whined all the time that I moved the painter too fast, yet according to him he`s never before seen anyone as slow painter as I were. And he was pissed of to me that I dirted his paint gun and paint mixer pot far too well. Well, excuse me, Mr. Teacher! I`ve NEVER before painted a car with a paint gun! The small spray pots are much more different thing and far more easier to handle, and even with those I haven`t painted much. I understand he was annoyed for that he had to stay at the school longer and that it wasn`t very nicely done when there was 1 annoying classmate of mine snooping behind the curtain that separated the washing hall and the garage of the 1st and 2nd year students and I say "Go to hell!" when I think that same dude is there again but instead it was my teacher. He whined to about that what if there would have been the headmaster of the school who`s been snooping a lot lately in our garage for some reason. So, I`m rather sure the head master would have understood if I had apologied politely - after all I`ve been chatting with him in friendly manners in the garage before. I also understand tat he had to be at a certain time picking up his son from the daycare, but I also knew I would need to be at that very same moment on the other side of my school town startign my hygiene-passport studies. And it didn`t help me at all that my sister, Micronian comes to my school to pick me up to that studyplace and whines me all the thime that we should go and that she hates me for not being ready on time, but did they both have to pour all their irritation on my neck? Ok, yes. Yes, because I was the guyilty one. I just hope my teacher wouldn`t be (too) mad at me about the spray paint gun... Or that if he still is, then that he wouldn`t avenge that on my car which has done nothing but saved my ass many times in the different kind of situations.

When I was quickly washing my hads from the paint in the girls` locker room I checked my reflection from the mirror and looked shocked. The earlier Charley-hair had been switched to lame trial of being Charley with Rogue-hair, since my front and top, and some of the neck hair had gotten their share of the Noble White. In the evening I borroewd Micronian`s clarifying shampoo and used some other liquids to get the hair clean from the paint, but it was stuck better than I had imagined, so the whole Saturday went looking like if I had suddenly looked like nearly 65-year-old person. I gotta admit that was looking spooky. confused Wel, that fortunately didn`t stop me from recieving my hygiene-passport with full scores (Yessss!!party) and finally I dug the Hot Ginger -colour I had bought ages ago and decides to colour my hair in order to get the white hair disappearing. Well, I`m a red hair again, but not completely: I`m a Rogue-hair from now on.
The fact is that the car paint was rather catchy stuff and it has stuck to my hair so well, that I perhaps got the most weakest spots coloured, but at least the top and the front hair are still white. Well, I guess I need to adapt the Rogue-attitude now in use and imitate more her clothing if really wanting to be like she is. After all you don`t get accidentally the hair colouring like this. tongue on the cheek





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