Well...
I've been taking a break from life in general for the past week or so. Nothing but essays and TV can drive a person insane. Luckily, I was already at that state...
Yesterday, I got so sick of the complete lack of control in my life, I hacked half my hair off. It's now ear length, lopsided and jagged.
Naturally, I feel it's the best hairstyle I've had in a long time.
Also: facial wax? OMGNO. It hurt and itched and my face was swollen for an hour and I could just barely glare at my mum for making me do this. (Her reasoning was that it was time I became a woman.) I won't be able to look at the salon without blushing. There were all these middle-aged, Indian women in saris whose heads snapped up when I yelled "Fucking hell".
Sometimes I don't know whether I love my culture or if I hate it.
Yesterday, I got so sick of the complete lack of control in my life, I hacked half my hair off. It's now ear length, lopsided and jagged.
Naturally, I feel it's the best hairstyle I've had in a long time.
Also: facial wax? OMGNO. It hurt and itched and my face was swollen for an hour and I could just barely glare at my mum for making me do this. (Her reasoning was that it was time I became a woman.) I won't be able to look at the salon without blushing. There were all these middle-aged, Indian women in saris whose heads snapped up when I yelled "Fucking hell".
Sometimes I don't know whether I love my culture or if I hate it.