bloody Thursday

I was meant to be going out this morning to help a friend of mine doing a hairdressing course. Just as I was about to step out the door to go and meet her, she texted me saying that she actually needed someone for the afternoon, so could I change my time?

Sadly, well. If you know me, you know I like to obsessively plan stuff. Unless we're super close, I need to know that I'm doing something at least the day before or I go a little crazy. So, you know, in my obsessive little way I made plans with my Mum yesterday, for this afternoon.

(yes, my mother just accepts my obsessive ways and tends to plan days in advance with me :P)


I felt super bad having to say no, since, well, she needed my help. We've all been there, right? Like at Uni last year when you needed someone to do something, but there was no one to do it. Worst feeling ever.


Aw lame now I have to wear a hat today. She told me not to wash my hair because she'd wash it for me. I COULD go and shower, but I spent a very bleary twenty minutes in front of the mirror getting my hair looking normal, and my make up looking okay. I don't really want to ruin all of my hard work!

Bloody Thursday.

Hopefully this afternoon will be better. Mum and I are doing lunch and getting pedicures. Now that I usually work the days she doesn't, we barely get to see each other so we're going to hang out and be awesome.

I could go back to bed. It seems kinda pointless now, since my bed is made and I'm dressed.

Bloody Thursday.

Tuesdays and Thursdays used to be nasty to me when I was in high school. They've been nice to me for the past four years, but it looks as though Thursday has decided to stop playing nice.