Of Randomness
Of Hairy Issues
I suddenly feel as though I have too little hair. On my head, that is.
I know how all the times I say I cut my hair and none of you see a difference innit. Well, this time, you will.
Let's just say Mainee's convinced my hair looks like Ashley Simpson's. Oh joy.
I've got a damn short fringe I've to learn to blow dry straight and the hairdresser layered and chopped so much of my hair at the bottom, I feel as though there's so little left.
[Although Mainee & Rachie says it don't look that way.]
I love it anyhow. A fresh change.
Of The Final Showdown
I have so much revision to do, it's not even funny. Intense revision starts tomorrow.
For the record, I'm so proud of my newspaper. But God knows I'll never write a news article for as long as I can help it. I'll just shoot myself and die if I have to be editor for a newspaper.
[Unless it's my tabloid, that is]
Of American Idol Concert
For those who have been wondering, American Idol concert rocked. Latoya sang her rendition of Mariah Carey's My All and sounded amazing, Barrino's fucking cute and bouncy and a fantastic live performer, JPL's damn cute.
And Trias can shake her bootay really well.
Of Semester 2.1
To my Jamie. I cannot possibly begin to tell you how much I appreciate what you've done for me and with me for the past semester. I haven't exactly been the perfect groupmate, the perfect friend. But thank you for helping me get through probably the most fucked up period of my life ever, thank you for letting me cry, thank you for telling me to pull my fucking socks up because it isn't the end of the world yet.
Oh, my absentminded lesbian martian from mars, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.
Of Secret Desires
I want to join a reality TV Series. Preferably one that involves all females. Bitching, bitching and more bitching. Fun. Fun. Fun.
Meeeeooooow.
wahahaha.
[Herman's FINALLY back! Imma go catch up with em over a drink now. Until a more interesting update, ya'll.]
Fuzz, oooooooout!