The first haircut in 3 years

Exactly one month ago today, I got a drastic haircut. Before then, the last time I'd had it snipped was December 2011. I hadn't even done my GSCEs, I hadn't had my first proper make out sesh, I hadn't met most of the friends I have now, and I didn't have this blog. I definitely hadn't done A levels or been to Zante with my friends, or been to my first festival. I don't think I'd even been to Camden. My point is - through all this rambling - that these ends I had chopped off have been through a lot with me.


Yes, they were split horribly (honestly, you've never seen anyone with as terrible split ends as me!), and they were faded to a gingery colour from three summers' worth of sun, and they were so wispy it was almost like they weren't even there. But I loved my hair. See below (I'm on the left) for the horrible state of the split ends:

Honestly, the hair from the bottom up to my chin was all wispy and split and horrible, so about six weeks ago, I decided enough was enough. I went home for a few days in reading week and popped along to the hairdressers while I was there. Bonus of getting my hair cut at home means my mum paid for it... woooo, student life! Debbie, who happens to be a bit of a shit hairdresser, chopped off half of it. I felt so liberated!!! Ah, I don't think I've ever felt that happy with a haircut. Until I got home...

Then I was all like omg Debbie, what is this shit fringe, I did NOT ask for this?!!?!?


But I got over it (just about) and started to love it again...

I felt that this was worth documenting because three years is a hella long time for your hair not to see scissors. What's the longest you've gone without a haircut?!

"A Girl's Guide to Getting a Guy"

This is the title of an instructional book my friend and I were going to write. I'm telling you, this method actually works. These findings are based on personal experiences. The results vary depending on how friendly the guy is and how much you have to talk about with him. Haha, this is sounding rather scientific. I'm going to DIE if anyone I know reads this. Chapter one begins like this:

The Classic Way To Begin

This method to getting a guy is practically foolproof. Unfailable. Unless, of course, you don't follow the instructions or meet the requirements below. Then, and only then, is it possibly this may not succeed.

You must:

1. Have a friend who has no inhibitions, and also who you trust.

2. Have identified the guy you wish to pursue.

3. Know at least one of his interests which you can chat about with him, without looking like a top stalker.

4. Be prepared to come off as annoying and possibly clingy girl.

(Fairly risky, as you can see.)

Well, I was going to write more but I can't in case a certain somebody sees this. Tell you what, you can just work with what there is so far. I think it's kind of self explanatory from here!... maybe?

Oooh, I also want to dye my hair and I found a naaaice colour but I have to find a dye to match now.

Song of the day:

Flowers in Your Hair - The Lumineers

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C6e5wxzPsQM&feature=relmfu

Roku!

Roku means six in Japanese, apparently. You know how I previously talked about how we're setting up a sixth form magazine at school? Well, "Roku" is one of the choices we have for its name. And we have almost no ideas for it, other than "Sixth Base" which may be deemed as slightly inappropriate. Or "I'm Six-y and I Know it". The idea is we could have as a cheesy little slogan "we will, we will Roku". Cringe. Mega mega cringe. We had a meeting at lunch time today; I took minutes, typed them up and sent them out to the committee. I feel very professional!


Did I say yesterday in a school football match that this girl went in for a kick with her studs up and I went in for it too (studs down, of course!) and her boot smashed my ankle? I nearly cried. I won the tackle though, bonusss! Well, my ankle still all swollen (twenty four hours later) and has a huuuuge bruise on it, waaah. I'm such a baby when it comes to injuries. Nothing really interesting at all happened today. But yesterday, I got so freaking bored in English lit so I coloured in my hair with a highlighter. Now my hair is ruined. It was all sticky and trusty old Head and Shoulders hasn't really seemed to have done much for it today.

Here's a grumpy looking, unflattering photo of what I wore today:

Jumper: M&S, £35

Skirt: New Look, £12 (it's secretly a dress!)

I've also just discovered these beautiful creations. So so so so so yummy, honestly! Try one, you will definitely not be disappointed.

Song of da day:

State of Grace - Taylor Swift

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uzBcF8gYLz8