Mushvroom attack!

I chopped my hair at 1 this morning.
I used my bandaged finger to hold it while my right hand used a pair of huge scissors to snip whatever hair off.
I'm too lazy to go to the hair dresser.
I quite like it.
Mushroom girl attacks on monday, haha, beware.
I look much girlier now. I guess it kind of resembles a bob.
Ann told me to get a bob but I told her that I didnt want to get it because all the SG ah lians have it.
"but saegor you can pull it off"
Haha, but I'm short, skinny and have rather big eyes. Quite a good candidate for being an ah lian don't you think?
I'm going off, I need to paint.
And I'm going to a boys school on monday, how e x c i t i n g.
The only 2 males I've been talking to face to face for the past 3 months or so is my brother and Dad.
And I don't even talk to my Dad that much.
We havent really been talking recently.
I'm too lazy to speak and he being a bit autistic lacks the EQ skills to start a conversation.
Ok if you're still not convinced that he's weird then just listen.
The last time I went swimming with Vic, we bumped into my Dad at the pool.
I said hi to my dad and waved to him.
Except he did not respond, not a smile or nod or wave back.
Just the other day, T bumped into my dad at the pool (she almost laughed in his face. H A H A H A L O L )she said hi to him and he smiled back and said hi.
Ok, maybe only autistic people understand each other. T's quite autistic herself.




I love the spanish, latinos.
They're sexy, so fucking sexy.

edit: 1026pm

She looked at me, wide eye, she was incredibly fascinated by my expression and yet she held that same smile for me to take.

"If it's as bad as you say it is, then why did you write it" I questioned as i looked at her thin lips intently.

"We do stupid things for money, this is my stupid thing which I did for money" she answered as she messed her hair with a hand.

Still clutching onto a book which she was reading, she continued to smile. As if she had wanted me to say more. Provoking me, I was a little irritted and embarrassed.

"Ah, I see the Joys of-"

"The joys of love by Jason Crez" she interupted half smirking "A good book, you should get this, not that"

She said flatly as she eyed her book in my hand. I looked at her, a little puzzled. What an author, I thought, who'd knew that authors would speak so badly of their own books. My smile stopped.

"I've read it before. Its funny, fantastic fellow" I said as I turned my back to her, placing her book back onto the shelf, I was not at all keen on speaking to her. Though, I still found it absolutely weird and maybe even out of line that she had insulted her own book. She was bold and I guess, that was admirable.

She hesitated a little before speaking again.
"Yes, I think so." she paused and closed the book "Why are you annoyed?"

What, annoyed, how the he-.
I turned around immediately, tripping a little on my left foot.
Slightly embarrassed, I giggled.

"Annoyed? no, no, I'm not. Not at all" I assured her.

"You don't have to lie, I can tell" She smiled. So diabetic, so sweet, it made me a little nauseous.

"I'm not" I said bluntly as i stood there looking slightly ticked off.

"You are" she said still smiling. How bold to be able to carry that sickly sweet smile while the other party gives a straight face.

"I don't get it, I just don't get how you're able to do it"

"Do what?"