And Another Thing!

One of the annoying things about orthodontistry is that you wait for fortyfive minutes before getting your retainers prodded for about five. More colossal waste of time I could not imagine. Not to mention more uncomfortable chairs oh god ow.

Speaking of people who stick you in a chair and do things to your head with sharp implements, why do I keep letting my mum drag me to her damn hairdressers? They're all old Russian women whose sense of style pretty much peaked in the eighties, and they don't understand what I'm trying to tell them to do with my hair. I have to take my glasses off meanwhile, so basically I have no work-in-progress vision - I just have to wait till she's done and pray that she doesn't make me look like my grandmother. This one's turned out okay as long as I tie it back (although it's only just just long enough to do so and bits fall out - wtf annella I now have the exact damn haircut you were wishing on Jared?!) but if I leave it out I look basically like Rupert Grint except less... orange.

Speaking of orange, this particular biddy also has an ug-cat: you know the ones, the only way you can tell the back from the front is by checking the tail and ears. I affectionately call it Bootface - I tried to take a picture with my phone, but it has this habit of staring directly at the camera until I press the button before turning away in a blur of ginger.

Speaking of... uh... buttons! We, that is Year Twelve Oh Seven, are now in possession of stripy brown and yellow class jerseys. The design doesn't suck as much as it could, although I'm baffled as to why the extra small fits me sort of like a depressed circus tent in dire need of viagra. I imagine that the extra large ones come down somewhere around my ankles.

Speaking of spam! No not really. Ever wondered how the world is going to end? Ladies and Gentlemen, place your bets.

That is all!