Edited to say - I have a job interview on Thursday! I was emailed about a job writing questions for a computer game, I emailed back and they sent me a lot of example and practice questions, and I've got through to the interview stage...I'm very overexcited. I'm trying not to be, because they only need four people and I'm sure loads have applied, but I really need the money and I'd love the job 
And here's the hair as several people requested a photo - be careful what you wish for, here is the face of doom (or, no sleep and weird expression):
I went to the hairdresser near my house who will cut your hair for free if you don't mind not having any say in what they do to it and you're not bothered about having an entirely inexperienced newbie hacking at your head.
I ended up with a giant fringe, which I was unimpressed by. But then I got them to dye it green, and I warmed to it immensely.
Saturday I went to a party that was more Phoenix Nights than Phoenix Nights is.
Interesting mix of old people and birthday Sam's family and small children playing with balloons, and then Sam's friends sitting at a table getting utterly wasted.
It was fun in a drunken way, if you ignored the fact that the DJ was playing Abba and the BeeJees. And I ate my body weight in buffet food.
And Sam the birthday boy got painfully hammered. I don't know if you've ever played Theme Hospital, but one of the diseases people get is jellyitis, and their whole body becomes a big wobbly jelly body. He looked like that. After reappearing from vomiting up his lungs in the toilets, his entire body appeared to be doing a Mexican wave.
I got called emo, which caused me to react violently and rudely. May I please state for the record, "I am not one of those fucking emo's".
I played a part in breaking a shower curtain in the most fun way possible at about 5.30am.
I have to do an essay on the notion of tragedy in Hamlet with sepcific reference to psychoanalysis, and quite frankly I can't stand Hamlet, and I can't begin to think of anything to say in this essay.
And I'm utterly, painfully broke, but need to save as I have fun ideas for a beautiful sleeve I'd love to have tattooed on me one day.
And here's the hair as several people requested a photo - be careful what you wish for, here is the face of doom (or, no sleep and weird expression):
I went to the hairdresser near my house who will cut your hair for free if you don't mind not having any say in what they do to it and you're not bothered about having an entirely inexperienced newbie hacking at your head.
I ended up with a giant fringe, which I was unimpressed by. But then I got them to dye it green, and I warmed to it immensely.
Saturday I went to a party that was more Phoenix Nights than Phoenix Nights is.
Interesting mix of old people and birthday Sam's family and small children playing with balloons, and then Sam's friends sitting at a table getting utterly wasted.
It was fun in a drunken way, if you ignored the fact that the DJ was playing Abba and the BeeJees. And I ate my body weight in buffet food.
And Sam the birthday boy got painfully hammered. I don't know if you've ever played Theme Hospital, but one of the diseases people get is jellyitis, and their whole body becomes a big wobbly jelly body. He looked like that. After reappearing from vomiting up his lungs in the toilets, his entire body appeared to be doing a Mexican wave.
I got called emo, which caused me to react violently and rudely. May I please state for the record, "I am not one of those fucking emo's".
I played a part in breaking a shower curtain in the most fun way possible at about 5.30am.
I have to do an essay on the notion of tragedy in Hamlet with sepcific reference to psychoanalysis, and quite frankly I can't stand Hamlet, and I can't begin to think of anything to say in this essay.
And I'm utterly, painfully broke, but need to save as I have fun ideas for a beautiful sleeve I'd love to have tattooed on me one day.
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Funky hair. I was a bit