Not my birthday. Everybody wish Carla a happy birthday, nice shoes, and lots to drink.
However, since it will be my birthday (almost certainly ... sometime in the next 365 days, anyway) I treated myself to a birthday haircut and, because they were only ten dollars so it doesn't much matter whether I like or even wear them, ever, a new pair of shoes as well.
I have a new (SHORT!) fringey thing happening now:
[You can ignore everything except the hair, since we got woken up at the crack of dawn (ok 8am - close enough for a bunch of uni students) for the actual fire drill.]
I tried to get a picture of the back as well so you can see how much lighter and SHORT!er it is now, but only succeeded in making it look like it goes all the way to the ground...
or just, you know, missing the ends entirely:
Also, boat races is (are?) on tonight. We have a pretty intense need to beat St Marks owing to us having the bathtub (and bragging about it), and certain Hallies stirring up shit on Marks' Facebook messageboard, to which Marks responded that Flinders girls aren't hot. Excuse me?!?!?! GO FLINDERS!!!