Hair, Fluff-removers and other important things:

Let's start with hair.
This morning, I realised I had a HEAP of things to do. Lots of things.

• Get out of bed
• Do hair
• Create a backing track CD for piano student 'william'
• Be dressed sexily for work at Roger David
• Shower...this is a very high priority
• Be out on the main road, to catch the bus at 10:20 (it was late today anyway)
  

So yes, clearly they all seem little, but my friends, i assure you that they all require a lot of attention to detail.

I started at the computer with the backing track, having just risen from my slumber (9:00 am)...and then I realized that creating this backing track was going to take more than 20 minutes...and I only sat in front of the computer to start it at 9:23...so i quickly ended that escapade and decided to do my hair...

Which brings me to the title: Hair!
Don't you just wish that it wasn't a dead cumbersome load of wad hanging off your head? Don't you just wish that you actually had control over where it fell and how it hung?
I WISH THAT EVERY DAY...as well as wishing for a GHD. My ferocious curls gave me no sympathy today, because it took me about half an hour to just get my hair to relax on my head. It just would not go straight! However, my face looked ok today, so that was fine.
I hereby state that for christmas, I would really love for someone to give me a GHD. It would be very awesome for me, and everyone who has to look at me.

Fluff-remover was the second of my worries today. I had fluff all over my wonderful Roger David top thingo, and so I thought...lets get the cat. The Cat? Yes. The Cat. Our lint/fluff remover is in the shape of a cat, and to remove the fluff, you wipe its underside on your clothing. I would take a photo, but can't be stuffed. So as I went to place the cat's underside onto my clothing...it crapped all over my shirt.

What I mean is that the past 16 years worth of lint that had gathered on this fluff-remover-cat just vommited itself onto my nice, already lint covered shirt!





















So...i rotated it, and then realised my fault was that, one direction does a crap, and the other actually does what it is intended to do.

-_-


Then i went to work. Came home. Made that CD in half an hour. Taught piano. Went to collect money off my other student. Bought a microwave dinner. And here I am.


Again, pointless...but really, what is the point of a blog ANYWAY?

Peach Out ya'll.
Yes Peach. I sent a friend an email once, and 'ch' fell beneath my fingers instead of 'ce'.

gah.

Bed-time Procrastination

So here I am. Sitting in front of the computer. Again.
I constantly look at the little digital clock in the corner of my (and everyone else's) computer screen. It currently reads 10:31, although it did read 10:30 a second ago.
I tell myself 'right, at 10:25, you'll go to bed'...and then a distraction comes along. So then it moves up to 10:40...which im pretty sure will still have me writing this blog.

I started a blog, partly because I was inspired to do so by Lyn and Pchan (them, of course having started one about a week ago), and the fact that I actually already had a Blogspot account that i forgot about...-_-"

What's funny is that I will sit in front of the computer and literally be at a point where I have absolutely NOTHING to do...so I will find something that will fill up all the time. For example: Writing a blog. And even though I HATE msn...i will not uninstall it...because, it allows me to procrastinate from the bedroom even further.

I will now stop typing...and go to bed. Its 10:38PM...and this is probably the most uninteresting blog in the world. Forgive me for that.

Ill write something much more relevant to everyone else tomorrow...or not.

Peace Out
Niche Gibarje
(Nick Goodridge)

p.s. The picture is my bedroom, photo taken earlier on today. Yay.