Calling all Bloggers

This guy said that Bloggers and Blogs (I refuse to use “Blogosphere”) are very quiet recently, and I have to agree.

In my case, it’s because nothing is going on that’s interesting enough to write about.

What’s your reason?

The eyes…

I have many photographs in my bedroom, mostly of my friends and I. I actually have a photo frame from Ikea that looks like a film strip, and holds about 25 passport sized photos, all of which have pictures of me and my frienda which is rather lovely.

I also, however, have one on my wall above my dressing table. This one, to be precise:

Left-right: Tim, me, Stephy, Sarah J, Harriet (Or Wiggy as she was known on The Other Blog)

The eyes follow you wherever you go, which doesn’t usually bother me, apart from times like this. I’m sitting at my dressing table in my underwear, straightening my hair and singing along very badly to Tom Jones.

Then I look up to see all these eyes watching me …

It’s an extremely odd sensation.

I have:

1. A stomach full of chinese food and cocktails
2. A banging headache after the concert I just played
3. Shame at how badly my father played in the concert
4. Happiness at how well Stephy and my parents get alone
5. Muchos loveos from Stephy
6. Concern for two friends
7. And lots of excitement that (fingers crossed we can both get the time of work) Stephy and I are going to France in September!!

Not bad, I feel.

Hair

As previously mentioned, I got my hair cut over the weekend. I didn’t book an appointment with my usual hairdresser because the waiting list was ages, and it was getting hard to walk around like this. So I trotted off to Supercuts - a place where you don’t make appointments, no one makes appointments, you just walk in.

I’m severely regretting it.

I told the woman I only wanted a trim - the split ends off both my layers and the length of my hair. Nothing else. No real thinning, because I liked the look of my thick hair, just a trim. Yup, trim please. trying to grow it, actually. So I don’t need much done.

She’s BUTCHERED my hair.

It’s now barely touching my shoulders, whereas before it was touching the bit between my shoulder blades. It is so thin there is barely anything there! It’s awful! I’m used to a curtain of thick hair and there’s NOTHING! And I know I said I wanted my fringe cut, but it’s above my goddamn eyebrows now! I look TERRIBLE!

When I washed it until now, I just shoved it in a ponytail with a headband because I didn’t really care about how it looked. Today, I’ve tried to style it. And it looks AWFUL. She’s BROKEN my sodding hair!

I’ll wait until it’s fully dry (leaving it to curl) but my god. I look ridiculous. Thank God I’m not at college - I don’t know what I would do because I seriously look like an alien.

Organisation

Pretty much all of my friends are spending their summers buggering off to various places, so I am trying to organsie days when we can meet up together. One of these days is supposed to be tomorrow.

Sophie, Stephy, I and various others are intending to take a trip down to Coombe Abbey where we can tramp around, I can practise my photography skills, and we can basically muck around and have lots of fun. Tim wants to come, but is in Wales this week. We could go next week, but Sophie is in Torquay camping. Stephy is spending her summers bobbing from one camping place to another, so God knows when she’ll be free …

I’m doing nothing. All summer.

Boo.

If…

…you found this Blog after a Doctor Who related search, hello

And the next Doctor is actually David Tennant.

Sorry. But he’s staying who he is.

One, because he’s NOT ALLOWED to regenerate.

But secondly, and more importantly, he’s signed on for Christmas Specials and extra series and all sorts of stuffs

My weekend

Saturday was spent lounging around in PJs, before trotting off to Tamworth with my mum to get my haircut. I had to go to Supercuts for the simple reason that my fringe was so long and my hair was so thick that it was beginning to take more than half an hour to do it, which is unacceptable for someone who really just wants it to look neat.

So, off I went. I got spectacularly lost in the shopping centre in Tamworth, before plopping myself down in the seat and saying “I just want my fringe cut and it to be neatened upm really…”

Which the crazy, crazy hairdresser misheard as “Chop it, chop it all, you biatch! Plus, regale me with rather terrifying tales of your warped imagination and your Coronation-Street-Like life! Bwahahahahaha!”

So, I now have rather less hair than I did before. It’s below my shoulders, but the layers I was trying to grow are now a lot shorter than they were, so I have pretty much no body to my hair and it’s sticking to my head, giving me the appearance of an alien. Grrrr.

Last night was spent watching Doctor Who, throwing a massive strop because of the ending of Doctor Who (he’s regenerating! WHY IS HE REGENERATING?!?!?! I’M NOT READY FOR DAVID TO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO), receiving various texts and phone calls related to Doctor Who, and then watching Zodiac with my dad, which was very good, even if I do have absoloutely no idea what went on.

Today I was woken up and dragged shopping for five hours with my mum and neighbour, Jennie, who needed a sister-of-the-groom outfit for the day and the night. I came home, went to sleep at about 4:30pm, and woke up about half an hour ago to my dad playing the saxophone. Sure that I could have slept right through til tomorrow, but I shan’t fret. I’m just glad that this happened AFTER my exams.

Finally, I’ve also just found out it’s the lovely Soph’s birthday. So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SOPHIE!

Nothing

“Nothing can come of nothing” - King Lear

I have so many things I can be doing with my sudden abundance of free time. I can visit friends, read all the books that I bought and never got round to starting, start learning basic Japanese from the CD I bought, actually write something and send it off …

Instead I’m just flopping around the house, watching “Ninja Warrior” and occasionally coming upstairs to sit in my bedroom and stare at the wall.

I’m so bored without college and revision, that I actually have no energy or inclination to do anything that will make me less bored. I have a list of things to do, and have done bloody none of them.

It’s a weird kind of lethargy that’s simultaneously enjoyable and frustrating. It’s quite nice to let my brain dissolve into itself after the exams, but at the same time I’m not used to it and end up skittering round the house in the evening, talking rubbish and desperate for something, anything to do.

Reunion with Stephy

Stephy is never allowed to go away again.

Ever.

I miss her too much when she’s gone.

General stuffs

I had a very good night last night

Sophie had a sleepover. Much wine was consumed, as was much ice-cream, chocolate and brownies. We watched *thinks* three full films, the first fifteen minutes of three films, and then eventually series one of Vicar of Dibley, to which we all fell asleep.

Waking up this morning at 8:23am was not fun However, drinking tea, eating toast and returning to my house still in my jim jams at midday was.

I have to go to work now And apparantly, it’s going to be busy tonight, booo.

Also, because my manager hates the dangley bits of hair down the side of my face, I have to have all of it pinned back, with the result that I look like a martian.

And I have a headache, which I’m trying to numb with ice-cream. Boooo.

I’ll stop complaining now. Have a nice night!