Today I found myself at a salon with Mavis (which is far less remarkable than it sounds because we had made an appointment and everything, but hush let me continue), and suddenly everything has changed.

Okay no, not really, but ( BEHOLD! )

Anyway, thoughts? Should I do things with my hair, like tie it up in ribbons and perhaps wear an elaborate, ridiculous-looking and impractically slutty space ninja-type costume? Should I invest in hats, do a Demi Moore, or just pray generally that it fades just right so I can be taken seriously (hoho!)?

Ugh, speaking of serious things, I've got to seriously devote some more time into ignoring corporate law, oh ugh. Which I shall do (more or less) promptly (more less than more).

Edit: Well, my hair seems to have a life of its own - now it has decided on a markedly different colour and I can do naught but watch it go forth and fulfill its destiny. For the moment I seem to be almost certifiably a redhead (or as certified as a Chinese girl can get anyway).

( Please to ignore unglamorous piratey sleepwear and face. )

My, what an adventure! Will I wake up tomorrow a different person, with a different hair colour? Who can tell?

Edit: The next day it seems to be just as red, if not slightly redder (or perhaps I'm just in brighter lighting)? Okay yes, I know this is far from endlessly exciting, and it is a bit indulgent but I'm sorry!

AM DEAD, ONLY. I've managed to fall fairly ill over the last two days, which is never never pretty, and there are things I don't want to think about like studying and uh general humiliation which I will speak of no more. As I do periodically, I feel like doing something with my life, you know, borrowing out half the library and learning to do things properly, but instead I find myself up past midnight writing dirty songs with the twelve chords (see, it's expanding! Go me!) I do in fact know, because it's what I do. I suppose at some point in time someone will ask me to name something I've accomplished with my life and all I'll be able to think of in response will be "uh, I wrote a bunch of doody songs and have done nothing academically constructive ever". Oh god I feel so guilty and a little like death! Which means I shall draw up great studying plans and not accomplish any of it, like always! Hurrah!

I've got a couple of memes to put up within the week, real exciting stuff. And sometime this week I expect to get my camera back (you see, I got a spiffy new one which is both shock-proof from a height of 1.5m and waterproof for 3m, only IT'S A LIE. It fell and died and I was very sad, but now it is being serviced presumably, but my faith in the world at large has been shattered), so perhaps pictures soon.

But look how shiny it is, really! (and how much of an emo kid I am!)



Oh by the way I'm a massive camwhore. Like so!



Expect more!

Tagged by thehumanmarble:

Make a list of twenty things that make you happy.

01. People, and on that note I miss andreaphobia.
02. Post-midnight conversations with aforementioned people, which is beaten only by
03. having people physically present at pre-dawn madness.
04. The Decemberists, and how they begin songs with lines like "I'm really sorry Steven but your bicycle's been stolen".
05. Brilliance, in literature and movie-type things.
06. Fragments of songs that rest perfectly with its respective music, because that's amazing.
07. And as such, Elliott Smith.
08. Sally the iPod, and while we speak of music, Belle and Sebastian and the Beatles.
09. Slash. (C'mon, you all saw this coming.)
10. Reminders of people you thought you forgot throughout the day.
11. Dooooooooodles.
12. John Lennon.
13. Rainy days.
14. The completion of essays, especially if they aren't half-bad.
15. Pudding.
16. Somedays when the kid brother is the cutest thing in the world instead of demonic.
17. Travelling.
18. Getting things in the mail (Oh my god, potterwitch, I love you! I got your package and mmm Jack Davenport SO MUCH LOVE!).
19. Finding out I've lost 3kgs (and managed to keep them off!) and am therefore not really squishy anymore!
20. Taking a lot of pictures
20a. particularly because of item 19
( 20b. and posting them as such. )

Sorry for that bout of narcissism, I'm just really thrilled at having lost weight. Whoo! Yes, I'm horribly shallow like that, but it's true. The trouble is keeping the weight off, in addition to doing something about the hamsterial quality of my cheeks, but s'good enough for me.

In conjunction with the commencement of my seventeenth year, I have gotten a haircut, in which I look like a Japanese school-boy.



( Insert more vanity here. )

So that was celebratory birthday cam-whoring, and now that Natal Day has passed quite, that's over with. I think I am going to pass out now, kthxbye.

(T'was good though, this one.)

Plunkett and Macleane has possibly the worst direction there ever was. And the worst soundtrack to boot. But oh, I do so love Robert Carlyle! All badass and shooting people and robbing them! Swallowing and shitting jewels! Liv Tyler would be incredibly pretty, if not for her awful eyebags, because honestly, they're most of her face. But Robert Carlyle! And his sidekick person, whom he grabbed and shook and talked to while looking slashy like he's going to kiss him! Dude. But truly, the direction was godawful. Firstly, the gallows were about fourty feet high, with dramatic music, and the only show I've ever seen where the hero gets hung, the girl gets to cry, the guy gets to look brave at the same time nostalgiac, there's smoke and expolsions, and no one dies, with a valiant rescue attempt by his friend, the girl, and some random ponce who was only part of it because they couldn't pull it off without to the same effect. Excessive, much? Also, the worst vengeful!death sequence in the world. Director should be crucified.

There was also running to bright light in the sewer. WTF, mate?

I made my mom watch the Full Monty, and have discovered that the really sweet gay guys are named Lomper and Guy. I love Guy to bits! Running up walls! Looking like Rupert Everett! Love! And Robert Carlyle doing strippy dances! I love so much! Love!

In yesterday's post I mentioned people coming over. We were rather random, so we took pictures of hat!downthehill. I have concluded that downthehill looks silly in photos. Or it just may be the lack of eyes.

( Or the sunglasses, give or take a nose or so. )

What an extraordinarily strange girl.

And since I've been on about movies lately, what about another meme?

( Yes please! )

On the matter of movies, everyone's seen bunnies re-enact the Exorcist in thirty seconds. But wait, what's this? More bunny action! Now with The Shining, Jaws, Alien and Titanic. Also, cyrilavenue's been making movies, until she was violently dispossessed of her video camera, which means our great movie-making plans are put on hold currently. This sucks.