It's mostly to do with the fact that Maths C has tried to eat me (it almost succeeded, too) - and that a brief visit to dA can turn into a three-week stay.
Hello Journal. I abandoned you somewhat, didn't I?
Well, I think I may have succeeded in being crushed by Maths C (he didn't give us enough time, so nobody finished the exam. I'm serious. The closest which anyone came to finishing was Lachlan, with diagrams for every CIII question) and am in the process of being utterly shredded by kittens.
This is an historic moment. My hair is trying to eat my head, my shoulders, and my back. It's also trying to get the chair, the computer, and the doorhandle. Considering that the door handle is at least two metres away, that's quite a feat. Apparently the salon shampoos would make my hair more manageable.
Only if I put it on a leash.
The reason it hasn't succeeded in eating anythiing is partly because it's lazy, and partly because it's 84 centimetres long. No, wait, 70. It has lost ten centimetres in frizz. It's gained about 30, cubic. I'm serious.
Obviously this special hair treatment has woken my hair up. And it's not happy at all.
Hello again
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