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Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiii!
What? Another late night for Carla Gypsygirl? Here we go...
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I have spent the whole week freaking out about my advertising school application. Argh! Argh! Argh! I went from thinking that I was super-clever, to feeling as though I could never think of any idea that would impress anyone. Thank golly goodness for Niccola (with a punky plaid skirt) and Morgan (with a piratey look) rescuing me for hot chocolate and a "right, this is what you're gonna do" chat! My mum is posting the application off for me tomorrow. Then I will never, ever think of it again...well, until the results are due, anyway.
PRESENTS!
I had my birthday on Saturday! And so did Geoff! That's right- we have the same birthday! Only in different years- I turned 24, and he turned 21. No jokes about cradle snatching, okay? Although I secretly love it. One of the only downsides about having a birthday the same day as your boyfriend is that you can't wheedle them into doing what YOU want them to do by simply pleading, "But, IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!" Our birthday also co-incided with Chinese New Year's Eve, which meant a huge feast at my grandparents' place. And money. And presents. Woo!
I wanted to look like a rock chick
I now have a fringe. It goes down to my eyebrows. It has received the following reviews:
"You look stunning!" (Samantha, from work)
"Yeah, I like it! It makes you look more Asian, though. Sort of old-school China girl." (Geoff, my boyfriend)
"Have you seen the new girl? It makes you look younger." (Annie, from work)
"You look so...different." (Mum)
"It was a shock before, because you look so different. I'm used to it now, and I fully dig it." (Sonya, my sister)
"You look funny." (Zachary, my 9 year old brother)
"You look hot." (My hairdresser, which doesn't count, because she's paid to say stuff like that)
Hence, I am now extremely self-conscious about my fringe. I alternate between finding myself fascinating when I see my reflection in shop windows, to wishing the whole thing would just get off my forehead forever.
Of course, dear friends, I will update you all properly once I have caught up on my Z's. I still need to tell you about my encounter with those juvenile delinquents, as well as the fact that I survived the Big Day Out! However, if I see another person wearing a black Wolfmother t-shirt with a metallic print on it, I will pull the shirt over their head, boot them in the bum and shout, "WHY DIDN'T YOU BUY A WHITE STRIPES SHIRT INSTEAD?" Come to think of it, I would do a similar thing to those delinquents on my street if I wasn't so scared that they'd come back for a darker sort of revenge... |