so. i cut my hair. my imaginary stalker (aka me) is sad. i fit right in to the 60's and have to use about the same amount of hairspray to tame it. and it stores heat. and poofs. thank god i have people who know how to tie hair. right now, all recomendations on how to fix it is to cut it bung-style. i swear i'm going to do it the next time my hair gets cut train wreck bad.

falling back in love with McFly after and unexplainable distancing from them. but My Chemical Romance will always be the most important love of my music heart. but still. i'm falling back in (second place) love with McFly.

Also, i have to decide what to wear on Racial Harmony Day, maybe a peranakan Kebaya, but thats going to be so common because of some random chinese drama, i'm thinking about going Korean but i'll have to find a Han Bok. Still carrying out discussions with fellow random dressing up mates. Going to see if i can wear a pretty vintage-y frock and claim its eurasian. of i could just show up in jeans and a tee shirt and be the race of globalised teenager. yeah. that works.

if you didn't notice, none of what i've just written has any connection with each other. sadly, thats because i'm not really thinking, very common nowadays.

just realised i actually have alot to talk about. like how i spent friday night pressed up against numerous possibly H1N1 carrying bodies.

i'm going to end the journal. beacuse i'm a lazy sloth.

so lazy that i'm not even going to end it properl...