I'M BACK AND I'M STILL FLY!

for those who realized i was missing, yes, i am back now.

the reason for my more-than-a-week-hiatus (*gasp*) was because i had decided to follow my dreams of becoming The Second Little Piggy and live in a house made out of sticks. 

LOL JK. my internet wasn't working. i killed changed my service provider, don't worry.

I MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCH! i do realize i have a lot of blog-reading to catch up on, which i shall spend the next few days doing.

the week-and-a-half which passed by was eventful, and fun. it was Earth Day on the 22nd, which meant that all regular work at school was thrown out the window and some fun save-the-Earth stuff was done instead. my students had to do a recycling activity, for which they got loads of trash from their homes and made totally awesome shizz out of it.

aquarium made out of a shoebox

... stuff

... more stuff

a shirt made out of... stuff

vase and rocket

jewelry box made out of a shoebox

... even more stuff

Karachi

fish made out of a plastic bottle and egg shells used as holders for tiny plants

slippers made out of cereal boxes

this kind of creativity is truly awesomesauce. i unfortunately cannot take credit for any of this, because the kids' parents helped them make this stuff. and even they can't take full credit for creativity, due to this incident:

me: i love the slippers! whose idea was it?

student: MY MUM READ IT ON THE INTERNET!

me: lawlz

anyway, i loved all the stuff. this isn't even half of the haul that was brought in, most of the kids took their creations home the very same day that they had got it (these pictures were taken the next day). 

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i think i have a huge influence on certain children.

the boy my mum tutors, on his first day

this is him now

yeah, i don't know how this happened. 

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i promise i shall post loads to make up for the recent gap. 7 posts in one month is not good at all :O 

and new followers, HIII! ♥ thanks for following. i love you all, and i shall visit your blogs really soon. here's a picture of my cat to make you happy:

SHE PEED ON MY STUFF. i had loads of extra chart paper lying around on floor of my room, and she just sat on it and urinated like she was being paid to do it. i actually TOUCHED it, thinking it was water. :(

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and that is all for now. my internet just came back a couple of hours ago and i felt obligated to update you guys. i shall post something super-awesome soon!

♥

p.s. i am in love. yay, me.

The Creep

i had tons of fun in my old school. i miss everything about it, and everyone in it.

three memories from my ex-school days stand out from the rest:

- studies

- friends

- boys.

my ex-school years were the most yummy in terms of eye-candy, because the place was crawling with hot guys. also the hawt, but mostly the hot. being a young teen (thirteen, to be exact) whilst getting admission in that school, i was subjected to feelings that i probably never felt before. i was a crusher, and i crushed on a new guy every millisecond.

being this way, a part of me has always wanted someone to feel the same way about me.

and let me tell you something, kids.

PEOPLE DID CRUSH ON ME. i know, right? impozzible. but true. i for one never expected anything like this to happen, but it did. and when it did, i was horrified.

DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?!

because instead of the totally hot guys that my school had to offer, i got this:

The Creep.

The Creep was a thin, scrawny, oily-looking boy whom i had never spoken with in my entire life. i don't think i even noticed his existence, ever. he was my bus buddy throughout my 9th grade. not exactly a 'buddy', but we were in the same school bus due to living in the same area, so yeah. bus buddies. *cringes*

i never thought anyone like him would play a significant role in my life. but he did, because:

HE CRUSHED ON ME LIKE MAD.

i found out through one of my friends, whose brother was The Creep's friend. it went something like this:

my friend: you know what my brother told me?

me: obviously not, because i wasn't eavesdropping on you, nor did you enlighten me on this information before.

my friend: whatever. he said his friend likes you!

now, she used the term 'likes'. he didn't like me. he was OBSESSED with me. he used to call radio stations late at night to request and dedicate weird love songs to me. he would talk about me with his creepy little friends the entire school day. he would draw these terrible sketches of me on the back pages of every notebook he had.

i could tolerate it at that level, i suppose. i chose to ignore his weird behavior, and dismissed it as something that would hopefully pass in a little while.

it never passed. something happened which made me so angry, so very angry, that to this date i shall never forgive The Creep for it, ever. 

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED:

one fine day at school, a couple of girls and a guy from the other classroom told me that this Totally Hot Guy was asking someone about me. that Totally Hot Guy was someone i had been crushing on for a couple of months, whom i had thought had never noticed my existence. apparently he did, and my friends had overheard.

they said that he was wondering who i was, and that he thought i was cute. now, this piece of information made me ecstatic, overjoyed, and OMG-HOT-GUY-THINKS-I'M-CUTE-OMG-esque. what i had never ever prepared for was what my friends told me next:

my friends: The Creep told him to back off, and said that you belong to him.

me:

I WAS SO ANGRY. apparently, what they said was true. this was what took place inside that classroom:

 

The Creep ruined my chance at even conversing with the guy i had been crushing on since two whole months, for which i shall forever hold a massive i-will-kill-him-someday grudge against.

as the months passed, his crush intensified more and more. he was too shy to say it to my face, so he sent his annoying friends to me, in hopes that i would listen to his woeful tale of desire through them and take pity on him and crush back. they even went as far to say that The Creep had informed his mum about how much he liked me, and that everyone in his family used to tease him about it.

*wail of despair*

The Creep made everything so uncomfortable and awkward. i told him to stop his weird behavior, believe me, i did. since i wanted to avoid him in every way possible at school, i sent him an email over a random weekend concerning the issue. it went something like this:

a short version of my polite and courteous email

please stop crushing on me. i do not share your feelings and it is best that you concentrate on something other than this nonsense, such as YOUR EDUCATION.

The Creep's reply: jusS gImMm3 0n3 cH@nc3 plZzzZz

me: *dies*

i don't know how i managed to survive 9th grade, but i did. it was a terrible, terrible year. i didn't even get to speak properly with any cute guy, because they were all under the impression that i was The Creep's property. no one even listened to me when i told everyone that the rumours circulating were untrue, and quite frankly, totally yuck.

when the summer vacations started, i was SO relieved. i used to get occasional emails during the first few weeks of the holidays (from The Creep's friends) reminding me of the 'pure' and 'undying' love that i should 'claim before it was too late', but other than that i managed to avoid the awkwardness and embarrassment of the entire situation. in 10th grade everything was pretty much normal and it seemed like all was forgotten over the course of the summer. that, or the fact that i switched buses.

when i moved back to Pakistan from Dubai, i missed a lot of people, and still do. i'm happy to inform everyone that The Creep is not one of them. and guess what? i recently got a message (from a friend of The Creep, hah) that The Creep is sorry about everything and he wants my 'forgiveness', and that he 'still loves me'. do you know what i replied?

i ain't forgivin' you, SUCKAAAAA! :D

JK, i'm not that mean. i didn't reply at all, because i didn't want to instigate any kind of revival of the crazy infatuation that guy had over me. though according to his friends, the flame of infatuation never died down. say it with me: ew.

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two hundred followers? does anyone remember when i was the loser who blogged about worthless things? well HAHAHA. thank you Saad, for being the 200th :D and thank you everyone, for getting me this far. i love you all more than i love cats, and that's saying something. party in the house, DRINKS ON ME*!!!!

♥

*orange juice

too much work and its side effects

i have found my mini-me.

as you may have guessed by the title, this post shall be about work. no ranting, no complaining, no insulting. just a bunch of rambling which may be a condensed version of an amalgamation of the three.

WORK IS SO TIRING. week after week it's wearing me out more and more. (oh look, repetition for emphasis!) it's stressing me out so much. i feel like a cow that has just realized the farmer was feeding it beef burgers. no, really. 

i don't think i've slipped back into routine since Spring Break ended, which is quite sad. waking up every morning is becoming more difficult by the day. it sucks because i take an early morning shower and blow-dry my hair (no time to towel dry), and being the terribly lazy and slow person that i am, i need at least a half-hour for all that jazz.

a few days ago, i woke up awfully late and had to rush like never before for fear of getting a tardy if i didn't reach school on time (yes, i need to be there at 7:40 every morning, any later than that and my salary gets cut). this meant that my shower + hair-drying had to be sped up by x5. which was impossible, but i tried it anyway.

the outcome:

i was waving the hairdryer like a maniac around my head hoping for it to dry faster, resulting in my hair getting CAUGHT IN THE BLOODY THING. has anyone ever gotten their hair caught in a hairdryer? that too, a burning-like-the-sun one?

i tried my best, but i couldn't get it out. i pulled and tugged, but my hair was actually jammed in the inner works of the damned thing. i had to resort to the option that i had hoped never to resort to, ever:

CUTTING MY HAIR.

i couldn't find my normal scissors so i used the paper-cutting ones. this is what i had to sacrifice in order to free the rest of my head from the monstrosity contraption:

sob. thank goodness i was able to cut it from the middle of the strand, meaning i didn't have to face the horribleness of a bald spot. the jam was somewhere around the back of my head, and cutting it didn't interfere with my fringe. if it were my fringe i would have had to cut, i would probably never be able to show my face in public again till it grew back.

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i'm falling behind on a lot of work. HOMEWORK. that's right kids, you would have thought that due to having a job i wouldn't be getting any homework like you school-attending students do, but yeah, Furree Katt does have a lot to do at home.

i have spent a good chunk of my free-time-turned-to-work-time making flowers (or 'Parts of A Plant', which is what the Kindergarten syllabus says). do not let the amount of flowers in the picture fool you to think that all the cutting work was easy. i had to make a hundred flowers. a hundred stems. a hundred leaves. a hundred roots. so yeah, i had to cut out FOUR HUNDRED THINGS AND MAKE THEM LOOK PRETTY. i think i succeeded.

the completed flowers on the board (only 1/3 of them)

i had to put the parts of the plant (roots, stems, leaves, petals) in front of the children and ask them to identify which part went where. i chose four colours for the petals (blue, pink, purple and yellow) and made them in daisy and tulip styles so that the kids could have their own unique flower to take home.

the kids being moderately excited about the flowers

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speaking of amalgamations (yes, we were speaking of amalgamations. check the opening paragraph. CHECK IT.), there was this interview i had seen on TV a couple of years ago. a local celebrity was talking about how much she liked Dubai, and she called it 'a quintessential amalgamation of a variety of cultures'.

QUINTESSENTIAL AMALGAMATION?!

what a choice of words. whattay. i didn't know celebrities could sound so smart yet so scripted during interviews. i bet she didn't even know what that meant, and was just told by one of her assistants to say it to sound smart. i would never use 'quintessential amalgamation' in a real life conversation. it's like:

me: hey there, how ya doin'?

creep: oh, i'm feeling quintessential amalgamation. you? 

me: get away from me.

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on a side note (or an end note, because you know, this isn't on the side. it's at the end of the post.), i apologize for not posting sooner. i didn't know i was going to be missed :P love you all!

♥

My Biggest Fear

it's bad.

it's awful.

it's horrible.

it's terrifying.

it's mortifying.

my biggest fear has been realized.

it's...

BEING TICKLED.

that's right, everyone. if there's one thing in this world that i absolutely loadespate (loathe + despise + hate), it's someone invading my personal space and wiggling their fingers around a 975180423 mm radius of me. *cringes*

it's not tickling, it's torture. what totally annoys me is that people don't realize what kind of trauma i go through at even the thought of being attacked subjected to that kind of action. my fear is so bad, it can actually be classified as a phobia (Pteronophobia).

what's worse than the thought is the actual reaction. it's not the regular "ooh haha don't you dare tickle me, dearie" type at all. it goes something like this:

Evil Human: hey Furree Katt i'm going to tickle you!

Me: *starts crying*

i'm not kidding. most of my family avoids tickling me now. i have a deathly fear of those who don't think it's as serious as i claim it to be, especially when they try to have a little fun and tickle me when i'm with them in enclosed spaces (elevators, cars). 

the reason i'm spilling out my deepest, darkest secret to you tonight is because something really awful happened a few days back and i wouldn't have been able to share it with you without giving you all the above details.

The Day My Fear Turned Into A Real Life Monster With An Incentive To Kill:

DO NOT BE FOOLED BY HIS INNOCENT SPARKLY EYES AND CHARMING HALF-SMILE. this boy was once my favourite student (never again, i tell you. NEVER. AGAIN). till the day he decided to ask me the question i've always dreaded:

"are you ticklish?"

i responded with the usual answer:

"NO, NOT AT ALL, NO WAY, NO SIRREE, WHO GAVE YOU THAT IDEA?"

he shrugged and walked away.

i thought that was the end of the entire scene. little did i know (lol, i've always wanted to use that phrase!), that disaster was waiting to unfold.

towards the end of the school day, when everyone was done with their work and we were sippin' on our Rose hanging out in the classroom with nothing to do, i stood up from where i was sitting with the intention of going to the teacher's bathroom to wash my face because i was in danger of falling asleep. turns out i didn't need a fat splash of water to wake me up, because as soon as i took a step in the direction of the classroom door, two tiny hands slithered on my waist from behind and eight fingers and two thumbs began their horrendous wiggling.

at first i didn't register what was happening. i attempted to take another step forward but i couldn't, because the little boy had his arms around me and had latched himself on tightly. when i finally realized what was going on i let out a massive 'NOOOOOOOOOO' which was so high-pitched it sounded like this:

"NEEEEEEEEEE!"

needless to say, no one rushed to my assistance because:

- they were all little kids.

- they were too busy laughing at my plight.

i was in an awful situation. i couldn't do anything drastic (shake him off vigorously, smack him) because i would be in danger of violating the Teacher's Useless Be-Nice-To-Evil-Children-No-Matter-What Code of Conduct. in between the squealing and cringing i was doing, i felt a tear escape my left eye. i feel ashamed to admit it, but yes, 'twas a very difficult time.

anyway, all this must have lasted about fifteen seconds, because right then my coordinator walked into the classroom and witnessed the horror. she then let out a giant bellow (she's allowed to shout and scream because she's the coordinator, *oohs and aahs*) which resulted in immediate relief for me as the little monster let go of me in an instant and ran back to his designated seat. the coordinator began telling him off for his behavior, tactfully not looking at me so that i could have a moment to wipe my tears (i will forever be grateful to her for that). right after that the home-time bell rang and i ran out of the classroom as fast as my short legs would take me.

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and that, my dear BBFs (blog buddies forever - clever? :D i made it up. muahaha) was the most traumatic experience i have had with a student of mine. there are way more horrific situations i have had to deal with concerning tickling, but when it comes to work, this one takes the cake. and the entire buffet.

lessons learned:

- expel any student who asks if you're ticklish, so that they don't get a chance to do the deed

- go to work equipped with a taser  

and yeah, that's about it. if any of you even think of tickling me at any point, our friendship/blogship is over. goodnight.

Happy Birthday To My Brother

Dear Brother, 

OMG, YOU'RE FOURTEEN! ♥

i'm so glad that we're the kind of siblings that are friends.  you're my most favourite person in the whole world. as much as i'm always an imposing, annoying, nagging, nosy sister most of the time, i want you to know that adore you to death, and i love you.

Happy Birthday ♥

Furree Katt

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also, a very happy birthday to Hamza as well :D yay for cool people born today!

The neverending awkwardness.

Home 1

mum: don't you take that tone with me, young lady! otherwise i'll get you married!

me: ...

Home 2

my brother: i hope you get married soon.

me: why?!

my brother: so that your husband can play PlayStation 3 with me since you're no good at it.

me: ...

Relative's Place 1

old lady who i'm somehow related to: my dear you have grown up so much!

dad: yes, she has, hasn't she?

old lady w.i.s.r.t.: how old are you now, child?

me: seventeen.

old lady w.i.s.r.t.: *gasps* seventeen! we must get you married immediately!

dad: *grins*

me: ...

Relative's Place 2

Aunt: who are you texting?

me: nobody.

Aunt: ohhhhh, i see.

me: i'm not texting anybody.

Aunt: boyfriend, eh? *winks*

me: ...

(i was not texting anyone. forgive me if checking my cellphone for the time is Heinous Crime #1)

Work 1

young teacher (she's 21): i haven't seen you for so long even though we work in the same building!

me: i know, i barely get time to come down to the basement anymore.

young teacher: so, how have you been?

me: pretty much normal, you?

young teacher: i've been great. anything new?

me: not really.

young teacher: nothing? but there must be something. eh eh? *sly grin*

me: *confused* no, not really.

young teacher: nothiiiiiing? *wiggles eyebrows*

me: ... no.

young teacher: well my relationship has been going great. me and him meet every single day!

me: *realization dawns* oh.

young teacher: so, have anything to tell me?

me: no.

young teacher: *eyeroll*

Work 2

Random Teacher: oh wow, you look lovely today!

me: really? thank you!

Random Teacher: really. you look absolutely radiant!

me: aww, thanks.

Random Teacher: you look like you're in love!

me: ...

Work 3

student: Miss where is your husband?

me: i don't have a husband.

student: why? did he die?

me: no, i'm not married.

student: then how come you are a teacher, Miss?

me: ...

WHAT DO THEY WANT FROM ME?!

I'm Blazin'

what's up, world? the sky? yeah, i knew that.

i thought i should post something long-long, because you know, i'm in the mood.

hurray!

i think i've discovered a genius among my students. there's this little boy, he's really cute and super intelligent. he's only 5 years old and he knows almost everything there is to know for someone within the 7-10 age group, no kidding. plus, he adores me! this is us:

he was trying to do the peace sign but his raised hand didn't quite fit.

a few days ago, when i was through with teaching the kids and was hanging around in their classroom, he came up to me.

him: i want to tell you a secret.
me: okay.
him: i need to tell it in your ear.
me: all righty. *leans forward*
him: *stage whisper* first you have to promise not to tell anyone.
me: *whispering back* okay, i won't.
him: i'm inviting you to my house!

AWWWWW. that was so sweet, it made my heart melt and turn into something not unlike the filling of a chocolate eclair.

me: teachers can't come over to students' houses! you ought to invite one of your own friends.
him: but you are my friend.
me: i meant one of your classmates.
him: no, i want you to come over to my house.
me: haha okayyyyy, when?
him: tomorrow!
me: aww i wish i could come, but i'm busy tomorrow.
him: *taking my hand in his* please, miss. please. please come to my house!

at this point i couldn't help but feel a huge surge of affection for him. it was almost motherly. HAHA.

me: *grinning* okay, i'll try.

he forgot about the whole exchange five minutes later so i didn't feel too guilty about fibbing. :P

this boy is going to grow up to be a fine gentleman, and a very smart one at that. he knows all his spellings and sums, and his grammar and language skills are nearly perfect. he can identify all the major locations on the world map stuck on the classroom wall. he's aware of current events such as the earthquake+tsunami in Japan and how our politicians are a bunch of losers and the outcome of every match in the ICC Cricket World Cup. he knows what kind of cellphone i have, and all the features, too. AND TO THINK LIL OL' ME IS TEACHING HIM! i feel awesome playing a small role in shaping his very bright future. :D

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after a hundred years i finally made a birthday card for someone.

i made one of my students hold it up, to give you guys an idea of the size.

this was for my colleague, Hira. it was her 22nd birthday on 30th March. since she's one of the youngest faculty members in the school (i'm the youngest haha), i've always found it easy to talk to her and stuff. she's been a friend of sorts, and she's a genuinely nice person. one of the nicest, ever. i think i love her :P

basically what i did was take two chart papers, pink and purple, and fold both of them in half. i stuck the purple chart paper inside the pink one and tied it up with ribbons to make a kind of booklet. this is the cover:

i wrote 'Happy Birthday Hira' on separate papers, cut them out, and stuck them on the pink chart paper. since Hira likes stars and flowers, i cut those out from the purple chart paper and stapled them onto the cover.

when opened to the first page, it looks like this:

i drew stuff on a separate paper, cut it out and stuck it on the purple chart paper. you can click to enlarge, it's all my lame drawing :P

when the purple page is opened, it looks like this:

that's a letter i wrote on yellow paper and stuck on the purple chart paper :P i love writing to people, it's almost a hobby. since it was Hira's birthday i wrote a birthday-themed thing and told her how i felt about her (YOUNGER SISTER-ESQUE FEELINGS, OKAY?) and apologized for being so annoying, since i'm always buzzing around her like a housefly in school.

and finally, the last part. when the purple page is flipped it turns to the end of the booklet. since Hira thinks 'Friday' is the most annoying song in the universe, the following became obligatory to include:

REBECCA BLACK CUTOUTS AND 'FRIDAY' SONG LYRICS! perfection or what?!

she really really really liked the card. i got hugged :D that was awesome, since i spent an entire day on it haha.

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did you guys know that i'm everyone's favourite teacher? i didn't know either until last week, when a surprisingly large amount of children told me so. but maybe it's because i let them do stuff like this:

i'm quite lenient when it comes to their rowdiness. i only scold/punish when it's absolutely necessary, otherwise i quite enjoy their shenanigans.

they raise their hands at every opportunity, i have no idea why. :O

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Smokey_Cat and i went book-shopping a couple of weeks ago. we searched and searched and searched for The Shining, but it wasn't anywhere :( so, she bought these for me instead:

but since she's going abroad for a vacation this month, she'll be able to get me The Shining as well. muahahaha BOOKS.

Desperation was 690-ish pages and i managed to finish it in 3 nights, because there was no time to read it during the day. while being one of the most amazing stories i have ever read, it was SO TERRIFYING THAT IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY. i got so scared that i feared the dark for a night (which i have never ever done, not even as a little girl). though there was nothing in this book that would actually prompt a fear of the stuff i could not see due to darkness, i STILL got scared, which has to say something about how horrifically terrifying this book is, right? I LOVE IT, IT'S MY NEW FAVOURITE.

i've started Insomnia, but i'm moving slowly with it since the main character is an old man which makes things a little less intriguing than a bunch of people trapped in a tiny town with unspeakable evil all around them (that's what Desperation's about!). the scary part hasn't come yet, but it's interesting nevertheless. i'm really terrible at book reviewing so i won't go into much detail about either of them, but if you like horror, DESPERATION'S THE 1 4 U.

haha i did not just say that. O.O

Smokey_Cat got Dreamcatcher for herself! in her own words it was:

*drumroll*

"not bad."

I'M SO BORROWING IT.

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April 1st was uneventful in terms of people playing jokes on each other. thank goodness i didn't get pranked, i absolutely detest lame jokes being played upon me. though i did attempt a little something on a teacher by saying "we won't be getting our salaries this month." she was like: "WHA- oh, haha." and i realized what a hypocritical failure that was :P

since it was Mudassir's birthday on the 1st as well, i gave some money to the needy on the roadside in exchange for prayers. i prayed, too. i'm trying to get in contact with his family but nobody knows his parents' phone numbers. i'll keep on trying, though. if i'm not able to call them, i'll definitely email them. i really miss him. they deactivated his facebook account, which is good. though i probably will not be able to see his face whenever i wish, except the one picture i have of him which i posted here on my blog. i think they deactivated Masood's facebook account, too.

i love you, Mudassir! ♥ R.I.P.

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everyone is having their exams/farewell/prom/whatever. and all i get is a lame last-day-at-Kindergarten party. that too, after a month. oh well. maybe next year? my only worry at this moment is that WHO'LL TAKE ME TO PROM?! i don't even have a number one candidate anymore. HEY! will you guys/girls go to prom with me? next year?

i still feel a little disoriented, though i'm not sure why. HOW ARE YOU ALL? did i tell you that i love each and every one of you, and what i really really want (lol, Spice Girls) is a gigantic group hug?

*group hug*

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LOOK WHAT I'M GETTING THIS SUMMERRRRR

FOR REALZ. i asked my mum and she said yes. i told my dad and he just rolled his eyes, which is a definite yes because that's exactly what he did when i got my waist-length hair chopped off into a boy's crop when i was 13 and the time i got blue highlights when i was 15. and also for my 5 ear piercings and nose stud. he even tried to convince me to get an eyebrow piercing instead, but that wouldn't be of any use because my fringe would cover it. so YAY for cool parents and a totally awesome summer ahead! :D 

the reason i'm getting it done in the summer is because it takes a month to heal, and i don't want that to interfere with my last month at work before the holidays start. i have no problem waiting.

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and that's all, humans. i shall attempt to sleep now. good night! :D

♥