Hair!

Today I've enjoyed my last day of freedom, tommorow will find me in bed at 6 pm.
But up first at 7 am tommorow morning though. Korn tickets are getting released tommorow, thought I'd be one of the first million who try to get through to booking online. Since most other Korn fans are 14 year olds with 2 inch dreads, I'm hoping my age, wisdom and early rising will have given me an upper hand on this one.

Spent my last day of freedom watching tv and eating tonnes of fries (well, not more than 1 kilo, said so on the bag). Which doesn't really help. I don't really need any more craters in my face right now. Which is EXACTLY why I also poured half a bottle of oil over my head today. Well, not exactly the 'why' - I did it because my hair is seriously starting to worry me. It's gotten tangled to the point that it's one big lump in the back with scraps of paper sticking out at strategic places. (See, because I planned all this.) The hairs that are left on the left and right sides of my head look like they're trying to escape, which is sad. I rather enjoy having hair on my temples. The back can basically do whatever it wants to, you never see it anyway.

But since it's Christmas and Christmas means cleaning yourself up and re-allocating dust in your living quarters, I spent a painstaking 4 hours trying to unknot my hair. Then I spent half an hour massaging in sunflower seed oil. Then another hour trying to massage it out. The oil did not work any wonders - in any way - unless you are fond off smelling like you've worked at Mac Donalds since the day a talent scout realised your true potential. The thought of cutting it all off crossed my mind, it's not like I haven't been bald before. Back in the early ninetees, my then baby brother would wish for, and get - a remote control car, activated by flipping a switch located at the back of it. By New Year's his car would somehow, mysteriously but inevitably, end up stuck to the back of my head. Gotta give that boy one thing, and that's that he's a sneaky little devil.

Course, Dan's threatened to move out if I shave it all off. Which should be reason enough to shed my dread right there, but he still hasn't given me my Christmas present just yet so I'll just have to resort to conditioner for a while.

I'll bide my time.
I've got time.