My day didn't turn out right. I think I woke up in the wrong side of my upper-bunk bed. Or better yet, I think I'm in lala land. Went to the bank this afternoon, to open an account, but the people there won't let me because I have different signatures. Hmmph. What's the dilio?? All I'm saying is, I spent two friggin' hours at the bank (Name with held, heheh) and the could not except my ID because it doesn't have a freakin' signature. And I'm from the middle east, they need to see my goddamn passport... As if they'd care, my passport has this hideous picture of me when I was in sixth grade. Blech. I am wayyy beyond pissed- I just got the ID today, as well. And there right in the middle of the weird, ugly ID, was my disproportioned face grinning moronically. Why do I always look so pathetic in ID pictures. *Sigh*