I just got back from the salon, and now I'm drinking "Mango Lime Fiesta" juice. It's really good.
I would take a photograph of my new cut, but the digital camera has gone mysteriously missing. I inquired about it, and now I am fairly certain my parents are hiding it from me, in an attempt to quash my photo attempts. No, seriously. I'm not even joking. They can be weird like that.
I guess you'll just have to see me in person to witness the wonder that is my hair.
So, I have off today, and not because the pope died, surprisingly. I had off beforehand anyway. Isn't it silly, that we get days off when important people die? We should be in mourning, but we're all secretly happy because we have off from school or work. What a sick commemorative process. If I died, I'd make everyone work on a Saturday in honour of my passing; then, everyone would feel the grief and loss.
I've gotta work on my forensics cases and then go watch the solar eclipse. Au revoir.
