God Damn Crappy Love Life!

Here is a summary of my love life: Britanny, a cute kiddy love for about three years in primary school; Bianca, liked for about a year between year 7 and 8 until i asked her out, she hid the fact that we were going out from her friends, then she stood me up on our first date (surprisingly enough we broke up); in year 10 i liked Gen (a girl in my year level 2 years younger than me) off and on (still like her), found out today that she likes me...i really dont want to ask her out because i dont think it would work and it would be really awkward; half way through year 10 asked Bree out, she said yes, she likes to go...fast. I dont and so she got a bit pissed off. I went to Italy for a month and then we broke up. After that i still liked her a bit but eventually got over it. Than she started hitting on me again and since than we have had this wierd relationship, i guess it is like friends with privliges which niether of us will ever cash in. The gen thing is really awkward, i mean she is 2 years younger and even though i really like her (like really really) i just dont feel that i would be comfortable in that relationship.

God Damn Crappy Permanent Hair Dye!

I probably should have thought of what i would be writting first. Jeez, what the hell do you talk about on these. Oh I know. Ok, so there was this party on during the weekend and (before I continue I just want to say, this is not a common thing, I'm not what you would call social) it was a dressup-as-an-emo-or-a-muzza-party. Know let me paint an image of me: about this tall (I don't know my height, just imagine me around medium height), I am pretty thin, I am weak as shit (I mean I have no muscles), I have longish curly brown hair that makes my head look like a fluffy brown orb. So naturaly I decided to go as an emo (I am not emo, my wardrobe consists of blue and grey (fun fun fun)), this meant that I had to dye and straighten my hair as well as buying new cloths. Wow, this is getting boring, the long and short of it is, my siter dyed my hair (poorley) and I went to the party (will talk about that later) and I reckon I looked pretty emo. So I go home, wake up the next morning and realise not only is the dye permenent but it has been very poorly done and i now have black hair only on the top of my head, the rest is brow. You can not believe how many people i have had to explain it to! Oh well, it'll come out eventually, right?