So I decided to dye my hair back to orange. It's so much more me than brown hair. I did it on the morning of Easter Sunday, and visited my family in the afternoon. No-one even noticed I'd changed it so orange is obviously the way my hair's meant to be. I even had a gentleman in his mid fifties stop me on the high street to tell me that he liked the colour of it.
This Easter I haven't eaten as much chocolate as I should have. Instead, I have spent my time playing Fruit Ninja on my iPad and watching daytime TV and discovering my passion for jacket potatoes (I've had five in the last 24 hours I think I need help). I have no motivation to do my college work. All I want to do is buy pretty things then get sad because I've spent money I shouldn't have spent.
I'm also trying to figure out Twitter. What the hell is this shit???