New hair...once again.
I seem to change my hair as often as my clothes. I get bored a lot, and either cut or colour it. This time it was both.
Tash came over at about 5 and the whole hair-changing dying session took at least 3 to 4 hours. All I got done was 2 big blonde chunks and a blonde layer underneath, hair-dried, straightened and a little bit cut. Well, we did have to bleach everything twice, but it was so so worth it. I completely love it.
When Tash left, I cut my hair a bit more and made it more hacked. Pff, like it needed it. But hair-cutting is addictive. Once you start, you can't stop it. Seriously. But I'm happy with it right now. There will be pictures, as soon as father dear comes home with le digital camera.
I shall be popping into school on the morrow to give Dane his Coheed and Cambria ticket and finally get the right formal photos (Mr. Herd gave me the wrong ones, and then when I came back to school again, he didn't bring the photos etc etc.) and to see Mr. Armstrong and Talya.
Friday...uh Travers is gonna give me a ring and we're gonna catch up which shall be just lovely.
Saturday is Michael's 18th. I'm not sure whether I'm going to go. I mean, I would like to to catch up with everyone and have a few drinks. But to be honest, I really can't be arsed. Is that selfish of me? Me thinks it is a trifle.
Mother is still considering the lip piercing. She's gone from saying "When you're 18." to "I'll think about it when your father comes home and we'll see what he says."
Now, to be honest I thought that Mum would be right into me getting a facial piercing. In fact, I was pretty shocked when she said "When you're 18." I spoke to Dad about it a few weeks ago rather casually, and told him that I'd been thinking about it for a while and he was much more encouraging, which I never expected from him. But now that I think about it, he was drinking at the time. Maybe that's why he was so open about it. I really can't be certain. He's usually the stricter of the parental unit. He said "If you've thought about it seriously and it's something you really want to do, I can't stop you. But be certain that you want it for the right reasons." I've also been considering getting the side of my nose pierced. DEFINATELY not my septum, because that looks completely scary in my opinion. But just a small one. I think it would look quite nice and Mum said she wouldn't mind that.
Which I guess is a no.
Damn.
Slightly less sick today, but I still have an irritating cough. Actually it's more than irritating. It's the most annoying fucker that every was a virus. Grrr etc. I'm coughing as I write this. Ouch.
Oh god. The Misfits concert is the night BEFORE Overcranked. Oh shit. Shit arse effin' bollocks. Arse arse arse ARSE. How COULD they?
And why must the Pretty Girls Make Graves concert be 18+? Grrrrr etc.
Whoever decided all this...well, it certainly isn't on. You're a complete bastard.
Tash came over at about 5 and the whole hair-changing dying session took at least 3 to 4 hours. All I got done was 2 big blonde chunks and a blonde layer underneath, hair-dried, straightened and a little bit cut. Well, we did have to bleach everything twice, but it was so so worth it. I completely love it.
When Tash left, I cut my hair a bit more and made it more hacked. Pff, like it needed it. But hair-cutting is addictive. Once you start, you can't stop it. Seriously. But I'm happy with it right now. There will be pictures, as soon as father dear comes home with le digital camera.
I shall be popping into school on the morrow to give Dane his Coheed and Cambria ticket and finally get the right formal photos (Mr. Herd gave me the wrong ones, and then when I came back to school again, he didn't bring the photos etc etc.) and to see Mr. Armstrong and Talya.
Friday...uh Travers is gonna give me a ring and we're gonna catch up which shall be just lovely.
Saturday is Michael's 18th. I'm not sure whether I'm going to go. I mean, I would like to to catch up with everyone and have a few drinks. But to be honest, I really can't be arsed. Is that selfish of me? Me thinks it is a trifle.
Mother is still considering the lip piercing. She's gone from saying "When you're 18." to "I'll think about it when your father comes home and we'll see what he says."
Now, to be honest I thought that Mum would be right into me getting a facial piercing. In fact, I was pretty shocked when she said "When you're 18." I spoke to Dad about it a few weeks ago rather casually, and told him that I'd been thinking about it for a while and he was much more encouraging, which I never expected from him. But now that I think about it, he was drinking at the time. Maybe that's why he was so open about it. I really can't be certain. He's usually the stricter of the parental unit. He said "If you've thought about it seriously and it's something you really want to do, I can't stop you. But be certain that you want it for the right reasons." I've also been considering getting the side of my nose pierced. DEFINATELY not my septum, because that looks completely scary in my opinion. But just a small one. I think it would look quite nice and Mum said she wouldn't mind that.
Which I guess is a no.
Damn.
Slightly less sick today, but I still have an irritating cough. Actually it's more than irritating. It's the most annoying fucker that every was a virus. Grrr etc. I'm coughing as I write this. Ouch.
Oh god. The Misfits concert is the night BEFORE Overcranked. Oh shit. Shit arse effin' bollocks. Arse arse arse ARSE. How COULD they?
And why must the Pretty Girls Make Graves concert be 18+? Grrrrr etc.
Whoever decided all this...well, it certainly isn't on. You're a complete bastard.