Well, I am counting the days til Meaghan's return...the event that starts the crazy September back to school weekend.
Yesterday I decided that I was going to have my hair cut. Finding all the salons closed, I bought a pair of scissors at Lewiscraft and cut my hair. In the Peterborough square wheelchair bathroom. My mother didn't believe me when I told her. I'll let you judge for yourself the results...I've gotten comments ranging to
"It's very...Shannon." (from Noah) to
"Uhh, well, it really looks like you did it yourself, but it's...artsy?" (Andrew) So, mixed feelings. I think its cute.
Noah gave me a wonderful present yesterday. A Wovenhand CD. Now, I know it sounds like random metal, but it is not. No, it is soundscapingly cool, though I find this particular album a tad on the depressing side. Listening to it now...Oh Noah, I love you, its so bloody good.
All right. Tomorrow brings opthalmologist tests, killing time til Meaghan comes, handing out some resumes.
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