Excitement!

What an exciting week I have ahead of me. It's only just dawned on me that as of Tuesday I'll be free until September, and all the plans I made ages ago begin now.

I'm sure you're just dying to hear about my agenda, and if you took that literally and not sarcastically then you probably think I'm an ass... if you're heading towards that little X in the corner of the screen then I'd like to say goodbye and thanks for reading.

Anyway tomorrow I'm losing my fringe of steel and dodgy split ends. Finally. I'm sick of walking around with my hand next to my head to avoid walking into stuff. "Brooke, do you have a headache?" "Brooke, are you on the phone?!" No, I just can't see unless I scrape this goddamn hair off my face.

Since it's my birthday on Wednesday (yes, birthday, yes, 18th, yes, craziness) I'm also getting it coloured a (hopefully) nice chocolate brown a la the picture below.

Unfortunately my face will never look like that, but hey ho, at least I'll have good hair.

If you've spoken to me at all in the past ten months or so you'll also understand that how ridiculously excited I am about my annual girly holiday. The fact that it's a mere 10 days away partly makes me go "Eeeee!" in happiness and partly makes me go "Eeeee!" in absolute terror. All the weight I promised myself that I'd lose by this week has instead given me a big "F you" and refuses to shift, and my wardrobe still looks like I'm preparing for a week in the Alps. Thank you, impending birthday, for providing me with the hope that I won't be too broke to go out on Wednesday and buy flip flops.