I have had my hair cut.

Why is this remarkable? Well, um... aside from the occasional fringe trim, I haven't actually had a haircut for getting on for two years. Two years. I did it this time largely because I couldn't be bothered to stand in the shower touching up my catastrophically bad regrowth, as well - I also had this funny feeling that I really needed to stop frying my hair with home dye kits and get someone to actually look after it for once. That said, though, as cuts go there wasn't a whole lot taken off. Which also makes me happy, as when I was a kid I used to try and grow my hair, but end up losing the lot whenever a hairdresser got anywhere near me...

I have a lot of hair these days, for the three of you who care. It's well past my shoulderblades and it's pretty damned thick. I have no idea how come it got this long as I had a catastrophic semi-bob for most of my adolescence (think Youji as a girl. Yes, YIKES. Suits him, but that's about it). I thought it wouldn't get that long. Some people's doesn't.

Anyway that's enough of me and my (large amounts of) hair.

Anyways. Yes, I am still in Kent. I probably won't be coming online tonight though because I'm feeling, if truth is to be told, a little unwell. Not sick, more sort of lightheaded and conceptual and not a whole lot of fun. I need a bit of time to myself at the moment, and since my parents are eating into my me time but good that makes a solitary evening something that is to be desired, cherished and loved.

Besides, right now I think I'd be lousy company. I've just got that hunch (and I still miss the cat; I keep catching myself looking for him, or expecting him to show up. I know he's dead, but all the same... the hope's there). angstchan, maybe I'll come online tomorrow? I'll try at least. But the being at home thing is drastically curtailing my internet life at the moment, which is either a good thing or a terrible one depending on how you look at it.

Two reviews for my 'Seuche' angst-chapter, both of which made me a very happy fangirl indeed (thank you!)... now, can I get two more? If I can, I'll be up to four pages of reviews for my review history thingy (I think. It is fifteen reviews to a page, right? Right?) and that would make me happy as well (I have seven reviews for 'Entrapment', which I think is a record as far as my one-shots go, which also makes me happy). Why? Um... I dunno. Perhaps because I want to look popular or perhaps because I am a total feedback whore, which is why I post my work to The Website of the DAMNED in the first place. Any and all feedback makes me happy, except for the coruscatingly bad stuff which of course makes me into a defensive raving protective parent lunatic fangirl desperate to protect MY BABY my insanely long fanfiction from the playground bullies. Hah. What can I say, I'm either a weirdo or a perfectly normal anime fangirl. Or perhaps both.

Speaking of fangirlishness, I cannot believe how much fun I am having with this multipart rant I'm doing on stupid Weiss Kreuz fanfic conventions. Which at some point I may actually get round to finishing.

I have too much stuff to write, but what else is new? Maybe some day I'll even finish an MST, too. That would be nice. I blame Ken. It's all his fault.

Kay - I promise I will reply to your 48768134769102 comments soon, but maybe not right now though believe me I want to. I have a horrible feeling that my parents are about to call me for dinner. Which is one of the things I don't like about coming home for any length of time at all. I'm used to eating as and when I want, when I feel hungry, and right now I don't actually want dinner. I'm not hungry; I actually feel kind of ill. What I want is a nap and an hour or so to myself and there's no chance of that right now.

(Maybe irritation is nature's way of telling me I'm too old for this?)

Anyway. I swear I'll do a 'what I did on my holidays' lame school assignment style post sometime, but perhaps (since technically speaking I am still on holiday) it'll wait until I'm back in London. Speaking of - I overheard my parents plotting what they're going to do for the two days I'm spending here in Kent, and on one of them they want to take us walking. Only problem: I don't actually enjoy going walking. They like it. Not me. I do enough toing and froing at work and I don't own a car either. Yeah, remind me if I ever have kids whom I see about a dozen times a year to spend one of the few concerted blocks of time I spend with them doing something they hate.

... hey, what happened to my responsible adulthood? I think coming back to Kent killed it stone dead. Maybe I really do need to be getting back to London. I've got some serious slacking off to do before I have to get back on the wards again, God dammit!