Damn all these pretty inspirational pictures and styles! (includes interior design, btw)

Boys, look away. We have a makeover crisis!:

Oh crap. I'm having one of those lovely spread-eagle in the couch Friday nights with lit candles, chocolate, a sweet bf and girly TV with bitchy hairdressers competing and people making ugly unedible cakes and some serial killers here and there, what else could I ask for?! But, of course, all this girlyness throws me into the makeover mood. Okay I'm not gonna lie, that mood can pop up randomly out of thin air like that whale in Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, but yeah, it's the friday night ones that are the worst.

After being so self-on-the-head-pattingly pleased with having managed to grow my hair out all the way down to my nipples, I all of a sudden feel like getting an above the shoulders haircut. Something cute and easily manageable and layered and adjustable after mood, with hints of fun colours. I imagine yellow and bright orange in my rusty orangey hair. It would be awesome. I mean, my hair is long and pretty but it DOES tangle all the friggin time and it gets tangled up in the clasp of my necklace so I have to tear loose a small bundle of hair like three times a day and it is worn even though the hairdresser told me that it was in fine condition (with the addition "even though it's been bleached. So many times."). And soon it's time for fluffy scarf season and I always remember all the entanglement that goes on up in the back when having been out for a while.

Now, of course, this wouldn't be as much of a problem if shorter hair suited me as well as longer does, that is. Boo.

Can someone explain to me WHY ALL COLOURS FADE OUT WHEN I UPLOAD PICTURES? Things that are stunning on my computer turns all blah and meh when I've uploaded them, no matter if it's Photobucket/Flickr/this blog. Can someone just tell me if I'm being a total computer dummie and what the hell is up!

I had dampen the instant urge to flee into the bathroom with a pair of scissors to mame my own hair in lack of ability to wait for the hairdressers to open by playing around with makeup and holographic nailpolish from The Makeup Store. I mean, if anything can keep me from doing stupid stuff then it's holographic prettyness that'll keep me staring at my nails for a few days, but it still didn't prevent me from googling pictures of haircuts for three hours while watching documentaries about serial killers. I'll just comfort myself on that note with the belief that I am among the "normal" crowd that is indeed interested in seriously disturbed human beings.

So now what? What should I do? The girl-crisis here people?! Haircut?! I mean, when I've gone into this mode I usually don't go back until I get what I want (which is the reason for so many late night bleach/selfcut sessions throughout the years) and bf was like "You should think about it for a while, but I'm supporting you either way" because he's the sweetest as long as I don't cut it short and I totally won't. He added "It's just hair" and he's right. Life's too short! Right? No? Think about it? What about SPONTANEITY PEOPLE?*

I will have to think about this. Instead of sleeping, because even though it's 6 AM, I'm not tired at all. Naps are super potent people, use them wisely. Remember who you heard that from.



*Now, of course we pretend that it doesn't take an un-spontaneous amount of YEARS to grow hair back out.