I Feel Good
I should start counting my blessings, really. Been showered with good news, one after another. For instance, this morning I landed the summer job I wanted and half an hour later I found out that my Design individual marks is so much better than I had imagined. Even the hairdresser didn't make my life a living hell this time around (I have yet to figure out the reason behind London's professional hairdressers eccentric sense of hairstyle). The new cut isn't as catastrophic as I had buffered myself against, though I still think it makes me look like an underage kid. My friends said I look cute & young. Hmmphh... frankly, I don't know if I like the sound of that. Double meaning? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Honesty? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Don't bother asking me why I still have the strength to go there after a number of unpleasant visits cos I just don't have the answer to that. And FYI, the £5 deal will not suffice to compensate for one monstrous electrocuting shock of a head "frock" I would be at risk of. Well, actually it wouldn't go so wrong as long as you keep out of the Advance School territory. Anyway, The Powers That Be has certainly been kind to me of late, despite the fact that I haven't been very kind to Him. I guess it's time for another boat ride. I could take the one going in one direction and be gradually drifted away by this current of good tidings... or I could go in the opposite direction and be completely conscious of my surroundings and fight for my longevity and prosperity (Why do I suddenly sound like a CNY greeting card?). The choice seems pretty obvious but then why do people never fail to make the same mistakes over and over again? Clouded mind? Blurry eyes? Diseased heart?
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