fake plastic trees.

Sep 09, 2005 20:22

I'm merrily sitting here with a plastic bag on my head, not because I'm a suicidal two year old, but because I am in the process of dyeing my hair. Mainly because I hated the black, and because I want to have semi-decent hair once more. Also I am getting it cut tomorrow, so for one day my hair will be to a high standard; I love the way my hair feels once it's been cut, it feels all light and floaty, and for once it actually sits quite nicely. I should get decent straighteners.

Anyway, hair rant over. Glad to be off for the weekend again, this one should be good. School is too knackering these days, but all the same I do quite like it. Will be towning tomorrow with Sarah, Karen and Ciaran; it's been quite a while since any of us saw Ciaran, so that should be good. Tomorrow night also will be off to my cousin's 21st, she's dead on so it should be a fun-ish experience. I shall bring Joe (iPod) just in case it's as bad as my great-aunt's birthday party. The DJ there was not unlike one you would expect to have found on Craggy Island, for those among us who watched Father Ted.

In 35 minutes time I shall go and rinse my hair of this evil stuff I have put on it, so now I shall go and do something more constructive, like talk to people I don't know on MSN.
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