This is going to be a very forced blog because a) it is 12.56pm and I haven't been in much of a blogging mood lately. Guess I'll just recap my day, which I'm not entirely sure why I do this because no one really cares, but when you're not a celebrity and you don't lead an exciting life style, there's not a lot else going on.
Well I had to go to the dentist this morning which for some reason I usually like, call me retarded, but it's kind of like... IDK, it's like having two people (the dentist and his assistant) worry about you for like 15-30minutes, and just you, and maybe it just appeals to my inner (and let's face it, outer) attention-seeker, but I love it. Although he did do a LOT of scraping which means I'm going to step-up my oral care hygeine. Brushing twice a day, flossing once and mouth-washing at least once, but hopefully twice. I might invest in some teeth-whitening, the cheapest I've seen is like $15 but I'm not convinced it'll give me the artificially pearly-white gleam I'm looking for, but you gotta spend a little to make a little. And in this case, I'll be making a LOT of people's jaws drop with ridiculously white teeth.
Afterwards I went to the hairdressers and basically begged the stylist to salvage something from the bushy mess on erupting from my skull and to create something presentable to the contemporaries of Wellington. I should probably have booked numerous dermatologist appointments months ago for my crater-like face to be dealt with, but perhaps NASA would have been more appropriate. I literally look like the moon, and NOT 'glowing'. At all.
Anyway, this is turning into one of those blogs where I just find innovative ways of writing "I'm fat and ugly" which, although true, is annoying and boring and I need to shut up and keep my pessimism to myself. I went on a huge walk with Ashleigh today and I was wearing new, cheap and nasty jandals (aka. flip-flops or thongs) that gave me THE biggest blisters and my feet are now red, raw and bleeding and I literally had to go to a pharmacy and buy f-ing band-aids (20 for $5.50! The nerve...) to cover up my poor feet for the walk home. I tried to go bare feet for a while but the path had a lot of rocks and was burning hot because the day was a trillion degrees. Literally. As in I was decimated by the sun.
Anyway, we got home and than I cried and Jesus began to weep for me at long last. Tomorrow, well, today (cause it's 1.0goddamn5 am) I'm hanging with Brandon (who you should follow on Twitter by clicking here) and Nick, and I think Nick's taking me to some theatre production and I only just realised what I'm in for as I typed that because I just remembered it was Shakespeare which means it'll be gibberish and hard-going trying to salvage what's going on. Hoepfully it'll be Macbeth or Othello because otherwise I won't have a clue what's going on. Or Romeo and Juliet, I'm down with that also.
Well I had to go to the dentist this morning which for some reason I usually like, call me retarded, but it's kind of like... IDK, it's like having two people (the dentist and his assistant) worry about you for like 15-30minutes, and just you, and maybe it just appeals to my inner (and let's face it, outer) attention-seeker, but I love it. Although he did do a LOT of scraping which means I'm going to step-up my oral care hygeine. Brushing twice a day, flossing once and mouth-washing at least once, but hopefully twice. I might invest in some teeth-whitening, the cheapest I've seen is like $15 but I'm not convinced it'll give me the artificially pearly-white gleam I'm looking for, but you gotta spend a little to make a little. And in this case, I'll be making a LOT of people's jaws drop with ridiculously white teeth.
Afterwards I went to the hairdressers and basically begged the stylist to salvage something from the bushy mess on erupting from my skull and to create something presentable to the contemporaries of Wellington. I should probably have booked numerous dermatologist appointments months ago for my crater-like face to be dealt with, but perhaps NASA would have been more appropriate. I literally look like the moon, and NOT 'glowing'. At all.
Anyway, this is turning into one of those blogs where I just find innovative ways of writing "I'm fat and ugly" which, although true, is annoying and boring and I need to shut up and keep my pessimism to myself. I went on a huge walk with Ashleigh today and I was wearing new, cheap and nasty jandals (aka. flip-flops or thongs) that gave me THE biggest blisters and my feet are now red, raw and bleeding and I literally had to go to a pharmacy and buy f-ing band-aids (20 for $5.50! The nerve...) to cover up my poor feet for the walk home. I tried to go bare feet for a while but the path had a lot of rocks and was burning hot because the day was a trillion degrees. Literally. As in I was decimated by the sun.
Anyway, we got home and than I cried and Jesus began to weep for me at long last. Tomorrow, well, today (cause it's 1.0goddamn5 am) I'm hanging with Brandon (who you should follow on Twitter by clicking here) and Nick, and I think Nick's taking me to some theatre production and I only just realised what I'm in for as I typed that because I just remembered it was Shakespeare which means it'll be gibberish and hard-going trying to salvage what's going on. Hoepfully it'll be Macbeth or Othello because otherwise I won't have a clue what's going on. Or Romeo and Juliet, I'm down with that also.
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