*skips apologies and excuses this time and just proceeds to throw art at you*
I really don't know. |
I really like steampunk. |
So I put it through a sepia filter and now all of me is happy.
I forgot to crop it oops. |
I've been wanting short hair for ages. Currently, my hair almost reaches my waist. Several of my friends--and friend's siblings--enjoy playing with it, which is okay by me, but I really don't like doing anything with it myself. It spends all of its time in either a ponytail or a braid.
BUT LOOK HOW CUTE AND SHORT AND AMAZING RORY'S HAIR IS. JUST LOOK AT IT.
I just really want short hair.
Also blue hair would be cool.
But I'll settle with just plain brown short hair if I'm only allowed one major change.
PLEASE.
So my birthday is tomorrow.
It's kind of funny, because I've been so focused on the workshop I'm going to in two weeks that I completely forgot about my birthday. (What is this thing called a birthday? You mean I have one of those?) And then yesterday Mum was like, "So what kind of cake do you want?" and I just gave her this blank stare for several seconds before it really sunk in.
I'm going to be seventeen.
Oh man.
Okay, actually, I've been seventeen in my head for weeks. A month, actually. Back in May was when I decided. It's my way of making up for last year, when I didn't completely realize I was sixteen until July. (True story. I told someone in an email that I was fifteen, two weeks after my sixteenth birthday. And then had to email back and tell them that, no, I'm actually sixteen now, I just don't know what I'm saying anymore.)
Tomorrow, I will be seventeen in both my mind and in actuality. It will be lovely.
I should probably get my permit sometime soon, though.