Are we the waiting?

It’s 2am and I’m listening to iTunes through iPod headphones as I sit in my room surrounded by the dishes I haven’t done and items I could easily put in my bin/recycling but haven’t. My unreturned books and Might Boosh DVD’s. Im’ about to go to bed but instead (rhyme) i’m over using the letter I, or is it a word eh? think about that shit.

I haven’t blogged and I have no idea why I am now I was going to talk about Cloverfield or Dissertation stuff, but i’ve decided on neither when I should have done both. Although while writing this the image is not present, and when you are reading this the image is present (see the paradox of how I lay this out) I assure you there is an image if you haven’t seen it then be prepared for the next section to be discussing that photo.

See my hair? It’s like no longer than it was. Remember the word Stick. Is my hair really that much longer when I decided on such growth notions? I don’t think it is But maybe, it’s only 2 month, nearly, since that photo so maybe growth wouldn’t be expected. As opposed to the 4-5 months overall in which growth is obvious. The hair wont straighten, I blame the straighteners and their inability to get hot, or there is simply too much hair too be effective. Who knows.

Remember when I said, remember the word Stick? well it’s because when I began writing i was going to explain my desire to get my hair cut tomorrow morning, my theory being that I would have announced the end of the experiment, but in such a manner that no one would have seen it until after the fact. But at that moment of Stick, i changed my mind (and have since wasted all your time) and I’m back on the horse, back on the ball, stood up and fighting, who knows how tired am I? very I have like 3 hours last night and haven’t stopped in aaaaaaages and I wanna go to bed, so I’m going too.