monsieur_djinn

Gather 'round children, for I have much knowledge' to impart.

It has come to my most august attention that I have reached what I like to call the 'Fuuuuck-ing Hellll I need a haircut' stage of my hair's haircut cycle.

How do I know this?
Simple.
At work today, no less than ten old ladies told me how beautiful my lovely curly hair is, with about four of them going on to speak of perming and even one old bat asking me the secret of keeping it so curly.

Actually... that was a pretty entertaining conversation:

Old Bat: Oh I just looove your curly hair! 
*checkout beep*
Me: Errr... thanks?
*checkout beep*
Old Bat: How do you keep it so thick and curly?
*checkout beep*
*checkout beep*
Me: Ummm... genetics... and not enought time to comb it? 

Hmmmm... what else... what else?
Oh yes, Mum nearly had a panic attack when I went BY MYSELF to pick Dad up from work today... she actually made me promise to call her once I got there.

But yes Meegasm and her beau are over tonight so I shall bid you adieu.

Thus... ADIEU.
 

I have less than 24 hours to go before my driving test ^_^
I am soooo nervous, but also soooo excited!
Everyone's told me I'll do fine, which has helped with the nerves a lot, so now I'm just sort of... I don't know... conservatively confident?

On the other hand, I'm still sick, but meh... I actually managed to sleep last night, which has significantly improved my predisposition towards the whole sickness thing. The only annoying thing now is that my sense of taste is all fucked up, and my beautiful, wonderful, fantastic, excellent mother is making Apricot Chicken and Chicken Rice for dinner... which I may not be able to taste properly *bursts into tears*. Oh, that and the constant coughing, sneezing, husky voice, sore muscles and stiff neck :P

But Oh wells!

Oh ya, and I called in sick for work today because of the aforementioned sickness and because yesterday nearly killed me, But Chevvy was fine with it, because lets face it, I only call in sick when I'm sick, and this is like the second or third sick day I've called in all year, so yeah, I didn't even have to talk to the boss, but I'll take them my doctors cert next week and all shall be shiny in my happy little world.

Speaking of shiny, my friend has finally given me back my Firefly DVD, and I've been watching, and God do I love that show, and I actually caught myself saying "I'm shiny, thanks" to the customers when they were asking me if I was okay yesterday, which really rather amused me.

Oh wells... Byeeee