clumping dirty hair.

haha, i was looking at the very few pictures i have of myself with my bob. i miss my bob actually, now that i have weird hair. it is neither long nor short. it is in between. further, i hate how it is curly in the morning and by the arvo it’s straight like a dried noodles and by night it gets retarded. i wish it just make up its damned mind. gahhh. i also miss my long hair. urgh, stupid hair.

and i don’t like to tie my hair up because i’ve grown a fat face. i need hair around my face to cover up my fat face.

i know, it’s three weeks before my finals, and instead of worrying about them, i’m complaining about my freaking hair.

i’ve also been sick. my nose is being whiney and leaky. i should buy a tissue box and put it in my bag. because at the moment, i’m running to the toilet at half hour intervals. also i get more self-conscious now, hoping not to see anyone i know because that means i have to say hello and talk to them. but because my stupid nose is freaking leaking, i probably won’t be able to concentrate on what they are saying, and i will most likely be sniffling too, which might scare away the hypochondriacs. half way through the exciting conversation, chances are i’d probably have to excuse myself because the leaking can no longer be ignored. they’ll probably curse and swear at me when i leave for spreading the bug.

so now i look like a mess. a horrible sniffing mess with clumpy dirty hair (somebody commented) or like my big sister would say, “emo hair”. (i object to that of course)

it probably doesn’t help that i look like a drug addict.

and you know what else adds to the decomposition of my appearance? clothes.
it has recently been starting to become a wee bit hotter than what i would normally deem spring weather. so instead of burning in jeans, i wear my shorts. but because i’ve put on a wee bit of weight, i’m freaking not going to wear a stupid singlet or any tight-fitting apparel.

so here i am, clumpy dirty hair (that also apparently resembles a cocker spaniel), sniffing and leaking away like our kitchen tap, with a tired fat face and black black tired eyes wearing what seems to be fat-shorts and an unflattering top.

wow, i’m so glad i don’t know many people in sydney. (haha or maybe thats why i don’t….)