goshie. finally getting around to all these things i’ve been meaning to do for ages but had to do uni stuff instead.
like a crosstitch. seriously. I got an A+ in embroidery.
i’ve so many plans for when i’ve more free time!
well today, after checking my woefully empty po box, I nearly walked right by a sign reading “wanted: models”
I just can’t resist those, especially when they’re out the front of academy salons.
so apparently they don’t get many volunteers, because three girls fought over the right to my hair. particularly when I said I didn’t care what they did to it. of course they were limited, it’s so damaged from already having had “I don’t care” done to it over and over for the past X years. but now it’s permanently curled.
and, I don’t mind swearing, it will never happen again. boy, is perming ever a painful process that takes over 3hours. give me dye and razors any day.
afterwards I ate nachos and read science fiction on the sidewalk. I heart nachos and science fiction and sidewalks. although I don’t often admit the science fiction thing. sh.