I realised it first last night. My hair looks nothing like it did last week, after my new haircut. Now it looks flat and boring. Well, flat is sort of ok, as I spent quite some time straightening it yesterday, but boring? No thanks. The fringe just seems to be all wrong. It’s almost straight. Where oh where did the sharp arch go? I sure don’t know. The only solution I have is that my hair has actually grown a bit since last week, and it’s gotten too long for my liking, and has thus messed up everything. Grr.

So what’s a girl to do?

Get out her scissors, of course.
Now. I don’t have any scissors that are good for cutting hair, so I went with one that’s meant for paper. Meaning it’s stubby and probably not as sharp as it could be. But it worked! I still need to take a bit more off, but I’m going to wait until I can get a pair of decent scissors.
It might end up a disaster, but hey, my hair grows like weed. It won’t take long to have it set straight again.

Scissors crossed.

One of my favourite pasttimes when out and about is people-watching. If I could be invisible for one day, I would spend all day at an airport or someplace else with a high influx of people, just watching them.
I watch people everywhere, but perhaps especially on the bus. Sometimes I even make up little stories about where they are going, what they are doing, who they are going to see and so on. Crazy? Maybe. Here’s what’s crazier though: If I catch myself thinking something bad about people, like “if the bus went over the road and trapped us in some God-forsaken place with no food and no immediate rescue, that woman alone would be enough to keep the rest of us alive and well-fed for a month”, I scold myself for it. In my head, you know. Lots going on there at times.

So here’s what I’ve seen recently that was worth remembering:
- A hen party (probably) with the lead being dressed in a maid’s costume and bunny ears.
- Very large girl carrying very small dog.
- Large woman wearing a shirt that said “itsy bitsy teeny weeny”.
- Young girl dressed kinda Harajuku-ish. Long frilly dress, tiara, and crocheted mittens.

This interest is part of why I survived an 8-hour wait at Bodø airport last Christmas, and why I don’t dread the 6 hour wait at Gardermoen before we go on to Vilnius. People-watching abroad!

Today was such a nice day, so I bravely decided to walk home from work. I asked the map-route-website-thing how far it was, and it told me that if I drove, the distance would be 4.8 kilometres. However, I walked another route, so I’ve no idea how far. It took me one hour on the spot, so that’s pretty decent. I didn’t even get tired or sweaty. Well, a bit of both, but nothing like what I’d expected.

However, all is not jolly good. I’ve got a blister on my left pinky toe, and something has BIT (or possibly STUNG) me on the back of my left knee. Aside from mosquitos who will bite anywhere possible, the back of my knee seems to be the preferred spot of biting for most evil bugs (that being ALL BUGS. They are ALL evil.). I didn’t notice until I got home and sort of bent my knees to swing my legs backwards as I sat on the computer chair. Damn those evil beasts! It buuuurns.

Because where’s the fun in an objective review?

I felt the need to write a few words on this movie, as everyone else and their dog seems to slam it to no end. We finally went to see it this evening, and something about it really appealed to me. I’ve heard others complain about the lack of a good storyline, but it had me engaged pretty quickly, and I’m usually quick to dismiss storylines. I also think the actors did really well. Nothing extraordinary perhaps, and definitely not one of Ian McKellen’s best parts ever, but definitely good enough to NOT make me think “why oh why didn’t they just cast Jake Gyllenhaal for all the male parts, cause then we’d at least have something nice to look at”. I especially liked Famke Janssen’s performance. Not having read the comics before, I had no idea that the risen Phoenix would be sort of evil, so that surprised me and gave the movie a good turning point. For me.

Best moment: Phoenix killing Charles Xavier (even though it made me sad, I really liked his character).
Worst moment: Magneto losing his x-gene. I often symphatise with the bad people.
Woho! moment: Cyclops dying. YEAH! He annoys me.
Wth! moment: Phoenix taking care of Cyclops. Woho, but also wth.
Totally saw it coming-moment: The very end with Magneto and the chess piece.

Rating: 4/5. I need to get some stars for this.

I’m back from exam stress and…no, that’s about all that I’m back from.

The exam went fine. Not bad, not great, just fine. But that’s enough for me. :) As long as I pass, I’ll be happy enough. To celebrate that I survived, I revived my old post-exam tradition of shopping and a haircut, so I had a nice, shallow day yesterday. ^_^ Got a new skirt that’s actually knee-length (with me being so short, the knee-length skirts that others would wear are usually below my knees, making me look even shorter, grr), a pair of denim shorts, a top, a pair of jeans and a grape seed dry oil mist from The Body Shop.

We’re going to see X3 later, yay. :) We’ve been wanting to see it since it first started running, but haven’t found the time until now. We were supposed to go see Silent Hill for our 4-year anniversary, as we were both SURE the cinema’s webpage said the premiere was June 2, but apparently the date has either been pushed back, or we were both mistaken about it. :/
Yes, the 4-year anniversary… Tor came home from work and brought something large with him, and I said to myself “please God, don’t let it be a bunny”. And it wasn’t! He’d MADE a new tabletop for our livingroom table, as the old glass one was such a pain to keep clean and shiny.

Link is getting rather good at this outdoor-business. We throw him outside every night now, and unless he’s been keeping it in for over a week now, he has to have done his business outdoors.
Kenneth: he would probably just go elsewhere in the house, yes, but we turn the box back around if we leave him alone for a longer period of time. But, actually, I forgot to turn it back yesterday before I went out, and when we both came home he’d just turned it by himself.
And to, eh, no-one (your parents must have really loved you to give you such a smashing name): Yes, I let my cat go outside to poop, like cats have done since their wee beginnings. OH NO. SHAME ON ME.