I don't like Mondays.

Well. Only when I have to be at the hairdresser for 10 and sat up talking to you until 2am. And yes. I'm blaming you. Well. Maybe not. Was good fun, glad it happened. <3
So, I walked to the Hairdressers, beautiful day, little bit windy. Had a chat with Kimmy. She washed my hair, gave me a massage. It was heaven.
My hair now smells like God-Incarnate and is a lot less heavy. Joy.
I also finished up my 2nd semester schedule for University. (Don't ya just hate the organised bitch?) I'm kinda stressed at the moment though, I don't wanna fuck it up. (It seems pretty HARD to fuck up, but thus far it's been almost TOO easy). But I'm trying to remain calm, my stress hives are heading down, though, shit they were heinous yesterday night. And I don't feel as ill as I did either, which is always a bonus.
What a short post, I don't really have much to tell, kinda disappointing really. I'm taking some quite intriguing classes this year, some of which being;

• Question of Race and Racism.
• Freedom, Rights and Justice.
• Some sociology one about Culture.

Anyone who knows me, understands how opinionated I am. My Professors are going to loooooveee me.


Eh, C'est La Vie.

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