Those deadly scissors

I hate my haircut.
Well, maybe not HATE. But I don't like it. I've decided. It's taken me a while to decide what I think of it, but yesterday I came to the conclusion that - well - I just DON'T like it at all.

I've spent the majority of my time since getting it cut wishing it was back and asking God to grow it back quicker. I've also spent a lot of time convincing myself I don't look butch or like a lesbian. I've spent a lot of time convincing myself that other people don't secretly think this when they say "It ROCKS!", etc.
I know all of these are irrational thoughts, but I dont think that a haircut should ever make someone feel like they have to convince themselves, no matter what the situation.

Anyway. Now I am in the process of growing it out and trying to feel good about myself. I wear it with confidence but secretly I am insecure. Typical girl, maybe.

It also takes ages to get right in the morning, because it sticks out funny or looks a bit too BLAH. So instead of being an easy, carefree, funky hairdo it's become a burden.

I know that hair isn't everything, but mostly I just want to look and feel pretty. Everyone wants that. And people can say "ohhh you do! you do!" but unless you actually feel it yourself it doesn't really count for that much.

In the meantime I will just wait and wait and wait for it to grow again and hope that my boyfriend doesn't mind it this short either.

Red, chocolate, short, sweet

My hair is cut off. This is a sad day, really and truly. I dont mind it short but I miss being girly and having it long. Not much I can do about it now except grin, bear it, and wear it with confidence like i meant it to happen this way all along...

I miss TB. Being a "jobbie" as Dan called it last night (at the Ethiopian restaurant! Mmmm) sucks. Haha. I just miss lunches and cuddles.

Ethiopian was yummy, as always. It is SO filling! Man. That pancake bread stuff they serve the dishes on must expand in your tummy or something because I was so full I could explode.
Just watched the first half of the BBC's version of The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency. I loved it! Cant wait to finish it off. It's adorable and I LOVED it. I think I will need to make a facebook group or find out if there is already one, to express my love. Haha.

Apollo Bay

Just got home from four days at apollo bay last night. I am now officially relaxed, however still feeling impending tenseness from the approaching doom of uni looming ever closer.

The great TB has begun a new job, which is keeping him occupied, busy, and tired. Every person starting a new job, life, or schedule always feels a bit shaken about, and TB and I have settled into an old-persons routine of dinner, cups of tea, and reading books.

Apollo Bay was, as always, wonderful. Han and I went MUDSLIDING! up the hill - very impromptu but sooooo worth it in every way. I havent laughed that hard in ages - that uncontrollable laughter that makes you need to pee. Our white tshirts came back brown. Looks like we need to get the Napisan out I think.
Han's wedding is also a looming 6 weeks away. After spending the weekend with her and M I am getting more excited for it and more excited for their lives together. They work as a fantastic team - patient, kind, adventurous. M is a great guy and good value.

Miss B is overseas on honeymoon with her new husband - the wedding was absolutely lovely and delightful. Only just got an email from her then, and missing her heaps. How fast life is flying by, it seems!

Today I might go and see Franklin. He's on holidays after finally quitting his horrid job, and I'm sure wouldnt say no to the company.