Alright, dammit. This is getting ridiculous. For the past hour or so, I've had the inkling that MAYBE I can go to sleep but each time I go to close my eyes, that's when my brain wires electric waves through my mind and disturbs those trying to rest. Actually, the last time I tried sleeping - a very loud and sudden clash against my bedroom door scared the shit out of me. It sounded like someone was banging on my door or trying to open it. But after a moment, I heard the clatterings come to a halt with an aluminum tapping on the tile floor. I suppose my dad was walking to my bathroom and knocked his cane over after setting it outside the door like he always does before venturing to pee. He mumbled to himself, picked it up (I don't know how. The man can't bring himself to sit at the dinner table due to it being too painful to move) and soon he was on his way to the garage.
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Weekend is coming up. In fact, tomorrow is my Friday so I'm pretty relieved. Not too sure about any plans. It's become a bit of a routine for me to stay at the boyfriend's place Thursday night through Sunday afternoon, but I really don't get anything productive done. The days and nights consist of uninterrupted drinking, laziness, and food. I must, I must, I MUST get a hair cut on Saturday though. If I'll get it cut as short as I had it before or not? I don't know. But this whole awkward style I got goin' on just isn't working, and I believe it's playing a key role in my irritable ways lately.
When I say my hair is going through its awkward moments, people tend to react to that as if I'm fishing for compliments but I'm not. And in fact, it's starting to bug the shit out of me that people feel the need to tell me I'm basically wrong in the way I feel about my goddamned hair. Today, boss lady was telling me how much she liked my hair - the style, the color, the texture - and I thanked her wholeheartedly but mentioned I'm thinking about either chopping it off again or at least adding some layers to it. She said, "Nooo! It ain't awkward! It looks good like it is! Leave it!" ... Then that just leads to me mumbling a lot saying shit like, "Mehhh! I don't know..." Just makes everything as awkward as my damned hair.
I've never felt so girly as I do now after typing a fawking essay on my hair. Ah, well. Fack it.
Anyway. Hope everyone has an enjoyable last couple of days of the week. Here's to crawling back to sleep.
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Weekend is coming up. In fact, tomorrow is my Friday so I'm pretty relieved. Not too sure about any plans. It's become a bit of a routine for me to stay at the boyfriend's place Thursday night through Sunday afternoon, but I really don't get anything productive done. The days and nights consist of uninterrupted drinking, laziness, and food. I must, I must, I MUST get a hair cut on Saturday though. If I'll get it cut as short as I had it before or not? I don't know. But this whole awkward style I got goin' on just isn't working, and I believe it's playing a key role in my irritable ways lately.
When I say my hair is going through its awkward moments, people tend to react to that as if I'm fishing for compliments but I'm not. And in fact, it's starting to bug the shit out of me that people feel the need to tell me I'm basically wrong in the way I feel about my goddamned hair. Today, boss lady was telling me how much she liked my hair - the style, the color, the texture - and I thanked her wholeheartedly but mentioned I'm thinking about either chopping it off again or at least adding some layers to it. She said, "Nooo! It ain't awkward! It looks good like it is! Leave it!" ... Then that just leads to me mumbling a lot saying shit like, "Mehhh! I don't know..." Just makes everything as awkward as my damned hair.
I've never felt so girly as I do now after typing a fawking essay on my hair. Ah, well. Fack it.
Anyway. Hope everyone has an enjoyable last couple of days of the week. Here's to crawling back to sleep.
I can feel the suspense building for how your hair will look after the haircut. Can't wait to see how it turns out..