Hair.

No, the title is irrelevant to Lady Gaga's "Hair", it merely refers to the follicular extensions found atop my head. I just had a haircut because my hair grows in a weird way when it get's long -- horizontally, so in the end I'll end up looking like < o.o >, it looks cute here but it so does not in real. Well there goes my dream of having well not-long-but-longish hair. Never mind that. Anyway, now it's like uber short (no, not a skin cut, that's just weird on me), but it's better than retarded sideways-pointing hair like demon horns.

Did you know I am like, obsessed with khaki brown colour? It's like my favourite color of all time (no matter the tonality). And I just found a cap that is that colour, I shall wear it often. So when you see me in the cap, don't think I have a horrid haircut, because it looks quite decent now.

And there are still people sitting on the fence about the Ehstrians' get-together event thingy. Now, I have no interest in getting more people to go because they'll just throw the annoying sentence "I'll go if he/she goes" at me. So, forget it.

B.