The 2-4 (and the Hair-scapade)

So it was my birthday yesterday. 24. Sounds...old. And boring. 24. Other than reminding me of multiplications (2 x 12 and 8 x 3 are cool ones) and the number of hours in a day, 24 is a pretty boring number. It sounds so somber and...adult. Meanwhile, I think 25 is an awesome number! I imagine huuuuge blowouts and balloons and confetti! Jubileeee!

I've been pretty much a dork on my 24th. The day of the 22nd I had a FULL day, so I retired early that night, but not without a few rounds of ice-cream (bought by my random backpacker flatmate-- thanks Holly!). On the 23rd of April, D-Day (...I turned 24), I went with a friend of mine to the factory outlet "mall"-- 1) because I needed shoes, and 2) because I felt like I needed to spend on my birthday. I walked away with shoes (they had one my size!! I was soooo stoked!) and the awesomest dress I've ever beheld! After a whole day of walking, I was ready to retire early again, only I went into super-dork mode and decided to do some writing on my birthday. Eheh. Not my fault Lady Muse attacked me with Plot Bunnies on my Birthday.

So no, I didn't have a big birthday bash. And no, I didn't get super wasted or get buried under a pile of presents-- but I still think this has been one of my fondest birthdays, only because I shared it with some of my closest, most genuine buddies, and was allowed to be the Superdork that I am on my birthday (week). *grin*

On another note, I got a haircut today. Let me just preface this by saying: 1) I don't have anything against Asians (I am one myself), and 2) I don't have anything against Asian Hair. But just because you're Asian (i.e. Chinese/Korean) doesn't mean you have to make EVERYONE ELSE's hair look like the rest of the Chinese/Korean hairstyle, especially when I DON'T have the typical poker-straight shiny Asian locks, and also when I specifically showed you pictures of Kate Moss and Brigitte Bardot's hair as reference.


Let me just say it didn't turn out like how I wanted it. This should teach me to go against my instincts (which was to pop into the hair salon I loved) and follow other people's recommendations. The last hair-raising experience I had when someone recommended my a place was that I ended up feeling like my hair was getting burned off my scalp (I had a reaction to the dye). This time around, I end up with a hairdo which is a cross between the hairstyle I had when I was 5 (I know I have that picture somewhere) and the retard-bangs I sported in the first year of uni (who remembers this???). In short, I hate it. I HATE IT!!!! FML.

My haircut looks something like this-- only less cute. The fringe is shorter.

I'm just hoping in these 2 weeks leading up to my graduation my hair will have lengthened sufficiently for me to go fix it at MY salon, in time for my graduation ceremony on the evening of the 6th of May (so I won't be stuck with stupid hair on the day I'll be conferred my degree). If they can't fix it permanently, I want them to make it look temporarily elegant. Sigh. Why do I get myself into these silly predicaments?