my sunkissed trampoline

I hate my hair. It gets in my field of vision. I mean, I know I put it there and it's nice looking and all but it's beginning to be a pain. I can't move without my bangs poking into my goddamn eyes. It also bores me with its straightness and lack of volumeness. My round face needs it, apparently.

So I am going to CUT it!
Chop em off!




or a little trim I suppose.
......i'unno.



If I don't chicken out that is. I might get dramatic in the toilet with the scissors and all. My hair and I go a long way, see.


Anyway, I 'Wikipedia'ed random stuffs just now. It was fun. Sort of.
Sigmund Freud came up somewhere.


I like random information. But study, I should.
Lately though I've been having doubtful thoughts. Evil, infectious thoughts. They come whenever I open a book or near one that has a picture of a dead black foot.
I just think I can be somewhere else, doing something I like.

I didn't go to my first practical and sat at the beach. Called my Mom. She asked what's wrong but I couldn't answer her. She's still waiting for an answer.



I need to dance like a dork and funny music and tortila chips for dinner and new people, fun people, trustworthy people, ugly people, drunk people, and childish love and to run to places and OREOS and being wrong and impulsive bad decisions and tricks and, and, and.

Hmpph. shut up ika.





Goodbye Wong Pet Pet, our ayam. Even though we wanted to cook you and hated you for waking us up at 4.30 am, it was still cool to say "Eh, kiteorg ade ayam kt balcony kiteorg!"





IKA

Current mood: lazy

Listening to: Lola.