A week in my life: Thursday

7.12 a.m. Aight, I know weather here can be absolute shite but this is freakin’ ridiculous. I awake to yet another grey rainy FREEZING morning, it’s been almost a week now without the sun.

8.28 a.m. A relatively light day today, with only 5 contact hours but with 4 hours of technique classes which means sore sore sore necks since we’re currently doing cervicals.

1.43 p.m. Ok good, my day is over and done with, time to get out of this dump. Really. Uni takes up too much energy whoever says working is way better than coursework have never had 24 contact hours a week.

2.30 p.m. Decide to go get myself a haircut! About time, I can’t do anything with this shapeless cut of mine at the moment except wear a beanie or refuse to emerge from my room. Gave Rogs a call and he said there’s a place in Box Hill (a.k.a Asian City) that does some pretty neat cuts and best of all it’s $20!

3.11 p.m. So after almost getting killed by a 135 year-old grandmother who clearly should be driving a wheelchair instead of an automobile, I make it to Centro Box Hill. Locating the Korean hair salon Rogan told me about I am EXCITED about no longer hiding my hair under a beanie instead. And plus, Koreans are super stylish aren’t they! I pushed open the door and saunter into the salon, to be greeted by 4 idling employees. Alright, no biggie, no customers doesn’t necessarily mean they suck it just means noone needed a haircut that very minute. A curly haired chick ushered me in and gushed in Korean. Err, says me. I want a haircut? *blink blink*

After a minute of motioning and speaking very slowly I realize that none of them spoke English. They knew what I was there for; to get my hair cut doh but how I friggin’ want it, they have no clue. Farked and screwed over. But what was I to do. It was a 30 minute drive and having risked my life on top of that I’m not willing to leave until something is at least different with my hair. So I sat down and squeezed my eyes shut, praying and telling myself that hair will grow.

25 minutes later, I look like this.

I’M A FRIGGIN’ BALL!!!! I LOOK LIKE A FRIGGIN’ BALL!!! AARGGHHH!!!!!

6.24 p.m. I took a nap in hopes of waking up and find that I have my old albeit sucky hairstyle back. No such luck. Ahwell. Trudged to the bathroom to get ready to go out and hey! The mirror revealed that it really wasn’t that bad! So I initially looked so much like a ball because she blew it that way, but the miraculous nap messed it up and the roundness is gone, hurray hurray hurray! So this is the actual end-product of the haircut!

Moral of the story: Sleep is the universal cure to everything!

10.57 p.m. Kevin and Iskandar will both be in Oz for Corrinne’s wedding! I’d forgotten all about it to be honest. Unfortunately no definite plans yet as Kev will be here during the last week of my exams, but he will be having my couch. If all goes well, we’ll drive to Canberra instead of him flying and I’ll drive back. Also if all goes well, maybe a prospective ski trip? Wheeeee!

11.25 p.m. Zzzzzzzz.