I have just turned my somewhat "interesting" day into one filled with great reward.i have just finished off a trio of tasks that i set myself about two hours ago.
i have uncovered a secret cache of three new hairstyles. it was a daunting task. i think i used up half my aerosol bottle of straightening spray. my head hurts now from all the hair pulling.
the hair is such an amazinng asset of the human body. ok, that could be reinterpreted into something sick, but i am talking about the hair on your head. on top of your skull! you can reform it into something different that could either make you look like a dickhead, or make you look stunningly hot. while i dont think i have gotten myself to the latter version yet, i certainly havent stooped to the former's levels. my hair is extremely hard to work. ive got a flat-ish look, and basically the only way to get it to look good is by chance. basically push it up, then pull it back down. if it doesnt work, repeat steps one and two until it does. i think i have to repeat about seven times. but at least now i know the orientation of the hair which looks cool.
ive also just cleaned my room. its like almost too clean now. sterile. don't you hate that feeling, when you've just cleaned up your room and its just too clean? like everything is parallel/perpendicular to the edge of the table, pencils arranged as though they were an ikebana arrangement, the clothes arranged in the wardrobe as though they were part of a clothes line in a retail clothing shop. its like a new t shirt that hasnt been worn in, or jeans. ok, i could have said shoes, but that only applies to business shoes. you girls cant relate to that.
and lastly, clothing combos. im sure that everybody does this. like, when you wake up in the morning (or afternoon) and realise that you have to be somewhere really quickly, you dont just chuck anything on and hope for the best that it works. you have a generic combination of clothing. like either a t-shirt and pair of pants, or a jumper, shirt and pants, etc. well, ive gotten into a groove wear my base t-shirt is ONE t-shirt. my lacoste polo. so now, after about half an hour's worth of deliberation with my sister (i think fashion sense is something that girls are born with), and i have written them down on a piece of paper. that way, people won't be like "hey, you wore that last week too!"
"yeah....i did didn't i......"
PS: as you can see, i have named this topic ".....mk 2"...thats because this has moved to a whole new level...not good...
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