Allo 6

I think I slept through some of it... and was too tired to 'get' the rest.

I'd like to watch it again. I think I would have really enjoyed it if I'd been at all awake!

Randomly:

You know, I was at the hairdresser's today. It's funny how having all that time gets you thinking the weirdest things.

First of all, I reckon my hairdresser should have beena psychologist or a business woman. She really doesn't fit into the stereotypical blonde-bimbo-dropped-out-of-school-to-be-a-beauty-therapist-cos-that's-all-she-w as-interested-in. Athough admittedly she is nearly 50 and has shockingly bright red hair and a leopard print skirt. She's by far the most interesting person I know and the best to speak to (after you guys, of course).

I suppose she really is a business woman, since she owns the salon. Still... I can always imagine her asking me ''Would you like a couch to lie on?''.

The next thought queueing for ponderance was this: How is it that I can walk into a salon, ask for 'just a bit of a tidy up and nothing off the length' and then £40, 2 hours and half a bin bag full of hair later I have the same haircut but I still feel I've got value for money? (Well, it is luverly and soft. *Strokes it*)

There must be something there to do with 'the experience'. Perhaps I didn't pay for a hair cut at all. Perhaps I paid for the experience.

This in itself says a lot. What experience could I possibly get from 2 hours in a salon that I couldn't get at home?

Do I crave pampering perhaps? I never thought I was the kind of person who would... But you know, life is busy. What with Alevel studying and preparing for uni and both my great-grandmothers being ill. I realised that the reason my mum complains about me spending ages doing my hair... is that I DO spend ages doing my hair. And I think it's because it's the only time I spend by myself and on myself any more.

Maybe I just want to get out of the house? Hmmm... this might be it. I don't so much have an active dislike of being here: my parents are great, my sister is the most wonderful creature alive and home has never been a place I've hated. It may be the fact that I can't wait to get to uni. I hate being a burden to my parents and I think for that reason alone I'd like to be in a more independant situation.

After this soul-searching, there came an even more puzzling question.

I looked at my hair in the mirror. I've been growing it, so it's very long and very straight. To tell the truth, it did look nice. It looked familiar too. Then it came to me:

How does Snog do it?

As I gazed at the finnished result my dad came in to pick me up.

''Oh...'', he said, ''You look like that girl off The Mummy... you know... the dead one''

*broad grin* Your dad's amusing.

Ooh ooh! Great story idea!

A deadly bio-engineered virus is unleashed. It attacks short-haired males. Everyone must grow a bishymane - or they're finnished!
Or maybe that should be "everyone who wouldn't look ridiculous doing so"...

You know, as well as being scarily straight, my hair also seems to repel water. Maybe those tools weren't straighteners at all. Maybe they were mini laminators in disguise.

I'm looking forward to Slen's extra long mane. That should be fun. *muffled giggle*

Snog: How do you get your hair like that? Seriously... no really, seriously.

Definitely fun. Now to get Paul to do the same. It will be done. Oh yes.

Eheheheheeee!!

Hmmm... Paul could be Herman Lee Junior? He's got a kind of oriental look about him...

Which would make Slen... what? The singer guy (name... name... nope)?

Oh, by the way. Very amusing spelling mistake on my Spanish Oral Questions. It appears that instead of sentancing criminals to the death penalty, America prefers to impose 'the penis of death'.

Hmmm... One can only imagine. In fact, one must not imagine.

I know the other guitarist is Sam, but can't remember the rest. Heh. Is one of them ZP or something?

Penis of death...

My hair?

Err.

Wash. Brush after it dries by itself. Let gravity sort them out. That's all there is to it. I usually don't brush them at all in the morning. Of course, there's the matter of stress-induced hair loss helping with the forehead hair...

But generally, once your hair gets long enough on all fronts, it'll stick to the sides by itself.

Umm.

This has been a Snogparlor broadcast.

AHAHAHAAHA!


PS.

And ZP was the singer.

Penis of death?
Wouldn't know about that.
*stuffs cotton in Iseea's ears*
I'm amputating a penis tomorrow though, but it's already dead (which would be why I'm cutting it off). My associate wanted to do it, but she's recently divorced, and recently divorced women should never be allowed near a penis with a sharp object. nonono.

*fumes* WHO put WONDERFUL TONIGHT on my iPod?!

Wow Rina, that sounds... interesting, actually. I've seen a tomcat castrated and a bitch spayed, but not that.

Slen, at a guess.

I remember at my work experience placement I spent the afternoon watching a polyp-removal operation. That was fun.

Wizzywizzysuckysuckystickitupthenose!

Oh my dog cool. *bigeyes*

New photos of offspring.

Oh were have all the squirrels gooooooooooone...

Gone to draw bad pictures, every one.

*is a weresquirrel, among many other things*

Hee. I'm feeling accomplished. We - that's me and Dev - we're graduated to aikido 6th kyu on Thursday. Admittedly, not a big achievement as it's the first belt grade, but it's an achievement! :p

Mwaha. What's even more evil, I've been accepted as an Elfwood moderator for the Library area, I already have my mod privileges in the Extranet and will start the official training on Monday. Fear me. I'm the evil faceless person who writes "REJECTED!" all over your fiction. Mwahahaha!

Plus I got back into playing Wraith, and while attempting to stay out of OOC-drama apparently ended up causing it. Feh.

Now what I really should do, is try to achieve a clean Candypartment.

Also, shoot the impeding antelope!

Our house is full of miniature people today.

They've spent the first half of the afternoon torturing, poking, screaming at and running away from the first bee of the summer.

After the realised they'd killed it they built a little grave for it on our lawn. They got two Magnum lolly sticks, selotaped together to make a little cross, and covered it with echinacea petals.

Worryingly, I found the whole thing really cute.

Looks like Slen has failed to arouse the animal lover in me. But in my defense the winged one got a lovely epitaph: ''Bee 2004''.

Candy and dragon lovers!

That could SO have been a guy in my year. Funnily enough, he's a Mitchell too.

*slips into Cockney accent*

Must be a faaaamly bizness

Oioi. I wanna werhd. Whoi? Cuz I've got the 'ump that's whoi! You, shaht up and git down them staiahs. This is faaaaam'ly bizness!