I love how people think they're original when commenting on my nail polish. "Oh, that's a very bright colour!" 
What, this fluroescent orange? I thought it was quite neutral actually. "You could direct traffic with that nail polish!" How weird does something have to be for people you don't know to comment on it? Is there some sort of etiquette there? Maybe I should paint a large red spot on my nose before going to work today and see if anyone says anything, and then if they do, I could say, "actually it's a pimple, and I'm sort of sensitive about it." 

Today was pretty cool, I guess. I drove (YES, with Dad in the car) to Clare's house at 8:30am then cooked her pancakes (from scratch!) and helped dye her hair. I just called her mum and she said it's nice and a bit darker but it doesn't look much different. But I guess that's what we were aiming for, so I'm glad I didn't fuck up your hair, Clare. 

Then I went home and changed and went to staff morning tea which our boss paid for. Then we spent two hours bitching about him and weirdo regular customers. Chris D can actually do a perfect imitation of pretty much every customer we have, which was pretty unexpected and awesome. Then I went driving around with Dad, and I must say, I drove pretty epic-ly. Now I'm thinking of studying for my psych exam on Wednesday. But I have to work at 4... and I can't reallly be bothered. 

Further update, after much nagging and abuse, Mother has convinced me to end the reign of my killer fringe. And get a nice sweeping fringe instead. Ugh. So I hope Alan can do killer sweeping fringes. 

I know you're all terribly disappointed.