Great. A bad hair day- EVERDAY
Well, the day of the year that many of us look forward to and many of us dread has just rolled on by.. and yes, I'm talking about my birthday. Believe it or not- I, Nafisa, am not surprised to say that i have just realised that I have accomplished ZILCH in the past year (and i mean ZILCH!).
Well, what can I say? Ironically, I had one of the most shittiest day of 2005 on my birthday. Yeah, all because of our first assessment of the year- an in class sociology essay worth 35% which I am so positive I've bombed out in. Well, lucky for me, my day seemed to improve, well more like my night, with my family celebrating by taking me out to dinner, to a venue of MY CHOICE.
But wait- there's more! The next day, my mum decided that my birthday was a sufficient enough excuse for us to get our hair made over, so off we rushed to the local hairdressers to get our hair done. Now, before I proceed to continue, I'd like to add that, amongst occupations I have a phobia against- hairdressers rank amongst the top 5. Don't ask me why- I guess its one of them unexplainable facts of life- just like many people having a phobia against their dentists, I guess.
Well, anyway, so we enter the saloon and park our asses down on these seats for the next 15 minutes as we wait our turn. To cut it short (literally and figuratively speaking), I ended up rockin home looking like Mrs. Brady from 'The Brady Bunch' on a bad hair day. Omg, now not only does my head look 5 times bigger it's usual size, but it also looks like a cross or something from the 70s and/or 80s. Don't get me wrong or anything, I don't usually give a shit about how I look (hell- I'd rock up to uni in my Pjs if I could get away with it), but I'm sure most of you would be able to relate, yeah? Geez, I guess the only thing I can do is wait it out.. wait for it to grow back.. but then again.. OH NO! It's winter?! Doesn't hair grow slower when it's cold?! NOOOOoooooooooooo (LIFE SUX).
Well, what can I say? Ironically, I had one of the most shittiest day of 2005 on my birthday. Yeah, all because of our first assessment of the year- an in class sociology essay worth 35% which I am so positive I've bombed out in. Well, lucky for me, my day seemed to improve, well more like my night, with my family celebrating by taking me out to dinner, to a venue of MY CHOICE.
But wait- there's more! The next day, my mum decided that my birthday was a sufficient enough excuse for us to get our hair made over, so off we rushed to the local hairdressers to get our hair done. Now, before I proceed to continue, I'd like to add that, amongst occupations I have a phobia against- hairdressers rank amongst the top 5. Don't ask me why- I guess its one of them unexplainable facts of life- just like many people having a phobia against their dentists, I guess.
Well, anyway, so we enter the saloon and park our asses down on these seats for the next 15 minutes as we wait our turn. To cut it short (literally and figuratively speaking), I ended up rockin home looking like Mrs. Brady from 'The Brady Bunch' on a bad hair day. Omg, now not only does my head look 5 times bigger it's usual size, but it also looks like a cross or something from the 70s and/or 80s. Don't get me wrong or anything, I don't usually give a shit about how I look (hell- I'd rock up to uni in my Pjs if I could get away with it), but I'm sure most of you would be able to relate, yeah? Geez, I guess the only thing I can do is wait it out.. wait for it to grow back.. but then again.. OH NO! It's winter?! Doesn't hair grow slower when it's cold?! NOOOOoooooooooooo (LIFE SUX).
posted by NaZZ at 7:58 pm
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