*checks self once more in mirror*
Aah! That "aah!" is squeaky, high pitched and sounds quite excited. My hair is gone! From my head. It is short at the back, and not as long as it was at the front and sides. So not all of it is gone, but the back of my neck feels somewhat naked. I like it, though I did sit in the hairdresser's chair for a full five minutes speechless afterwards. I saw Andrea for coffee just now, and she likes it. My mother, who had been nagging me to cut my hair short ever since I grew it, loves it. My sister likes it. So far so good. I can guarantee that both Greg and midnitevulture will smile in that "I told you so" kind of way when they see it, as it was them who put the idea of going short again into my head, when they saw my old passport picture and said I looked far nicer in that than I did currently. Which was a tad rude. Still, I like my hair.
Also, my French literature and film exam which I had this morning was actually ok. I was quite petrified of it last night, but the questions were ones I had done similar versions of in practice essays. I have a feeling my lit essay went better than my film one, but at least I had things to write for them both. Actually, I sat scribbling frantically for two hours, so my arm was aching hugely by the end. Tis done. Just 3 Politics papers, the final French module, and the French AEA to go. Roll on June 26th!
I just missed a call on my mobile - think it may have been from Leon, though not sure. Don't know his home number. Hmm... Should I call the number back? No. Whoever wishes to speak to me will phone again.
I could rant about the utterly pointless 1 1/2 hours I spent waiting around in the Interail office today, but it would just reignite my fury. Bah!
My hair, is... gone!