Yesh I didn't kill myself :P
So I woke up at 8am this morning. EIGHT-FREAKING-A.M., on a Saturday morning. I don't even wake up that early on normal mornings!!
All this, just to cut hair -_-"
I have a job interview on Monday, see, and my hair is (was) a mess, and I want the job (okay, I just need a job, period, but I do also want this job, oh you know what I mean), and people keep telling me appearances are important (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE... "you need to change your hairstyle"... "you should put some makeup on"... etc., etc., etc.) and my hairdresser was booked back-to-back for the whole of Saturday. "Can you come at 9:30am?" she said, and I was like, good grief, the sacrifices I make for the sake of vanity... (and nailing a job...)
I also changed my hair parting from the right to the left side of my head. I'm as lopsided as ever, but it shouldn't matter. Maybe more hair on the right side of the head will give the left side more air and help me become less ditsy. (Is that even possible???)
So, since I was already awake (not that I couldn't go back to sleep, I could, but somehow that sounds more decadent than simply sleeping straight till noon)... I decided to send my car for servicing. It was due for servicing anyway, and also the engine oil light thingamajig on the dashboard has been blinking in my face every five minutes lately, but since I was buried under piles of assignments -- which I survived, yay! -- I hadn't had the time to let the mechanic take a look at it.
Woohooo I apparently fulfil the stereotype of the female driver who only knows how to drive and doesn't know a thing about cars. Of course my mechanic was too polite to say so; he just said I was lucky the car was still running... but the other customer who was there at the time wasn't so restrained. My gosh, who knew I'd be a stereotypical anything???
Having spent lots of money in three short hours (RM35 + RM176), I grabbed some buns from a bakery and a packet of low-fat milk from 7-11 -- yes I finally caved and am now drinking low-fat milk instead of full cream milk, *sigh* -- and headed home. Now I'm typing this and THEN I'm going back to sleep... that, I can explain as an afternoon nap, not as decadent or self-indulgent as going back to sleep at noon, right? Right???