I think something exploded in my hair. something BOTANICAL. honestly, I've temporarily become Medusa for the past few days. I think I'll have to start brushing for the remaining days before impending (and much anticipated) haircut, which will hopefully kill whatever beast lies there and subsequent colour dying will destroy roots/eggs/young.

Last night I dreamt two dreams simultaneously. You have no idea how cool it was. At one time I was both attached to my little sister via a bottle of beer, looking for mum in a pub full of Australians listening to Those Bloody McKennas in Paris, while I was also reciting a story (in Danish) about an asian man finding true love behind the Arc de Triomphe for a Danish test. The funniest part was when I recited bloopers the actors made while performing the story. Its hard to explain, its like I was writing two different stories at the same time with seperate hands. Not sure whether to be impressed or scared of myself.

Thusfar today no exploding tractors. But I did buy a shirt! And the little man at the kebab shop ran after me with a serviette when he noticed I forgot to get one. Hehe. Also Jannie and I 'missed' our bus to school so we could sleep in because I had a full day of history, which I avoided anyway by going into town for language school.

Why can't I find some cool jeans!? I hate these goddam fake rips/fretting that they put in random places on ALL new jeans where you just wouldn't get a rip or fret. What's one doing UNDER MY KNEE!? Maybe Danish fashion designers just lead very friction-filled lives.