Worst.Haircut.Ever. Yeah I got my hair cut last Thursday. It was by some lady at maybe 50 years of age. When she cut it it looked fine, but then all of a sudden she started using some sort of curling iron on my hair. And seeing as it was a normal Hair-Salon I had a mirror in front of me and I could see the look on my face, and it was sheer terror. You know how in books/movies people get so scared they can't cry for help or get their feet moving to run away? I never thought I would be faced with this problem, but I couldn't do anything but sit there and let this lady ruin a perfectly fine haircut. Afterwards I paid up and ran for the busride home. Safe inside the flat I live in, I went to the bathroom to see how I looked. And sure enough. I looked like a frickin' grandma. Luckily now it's okey. I even got called Justin Timberlake at school today. You decide if that's good or bad.

Oh, and while I'm on the topic of school:

Fellas, be ready to hate me. In my class, 11G (that's A B V G) there are four boys... and 24 girls. Woop there it is.

Buh-bye for now.

Da Svedanja.  ¶ 14:58