Adventures In the last days.

I am now a blonde.



Kidding.

But earlier today, Ellen did happen look in the mirror and say determinedly, "I want to cut my bangs."
That was innocent enough. I've cut my own bangs many a time.
"Use my hair cutting shears," I offered (then dug through my belongings to find them).
I laid back down on my bed while Ellen grabbed the garbage can and set herself in front of our full length mirror, ready for business.
"Thwack," said the scissors satisfactorily.
I lay there, eyes wide, turned to the ceiling, thinking to myself, "That sounded like a decidedly large cut...."
"Uh-oh..." peeped Ellen.
"You didn't blunt cut them, did you!?" I asked incredulously.
"Maybe?..."
I sat up and looked at her concerned.
There she sat, her sad, hacked hair strewn across her face.
"Help me?" she squeeked, almost laughing.
Then I set about to trying to fix Ellen's bangs, from which she had cut about two and a half inches (they were long, it's ok). It was a terrifying endeavor, and if you are not trained and/or magical, I suggest not messing with other people's hair, but in the end, I believe my prayers to the art major gods were effective, that it turned out alright, and that her new bangs will suffice...until, that is, she can seek professional help.

I am also sick of my hairstyle, but I think I can wait a couple of days.

Botellón-ing tonight. Tamely. Hopefully no murderous gypsies.

Or no overly friendly, married Spanish men carrying around guitars wearing doublets and blue tights and patch-bedazzled capes who think it's appropriate to try and kiss me, because it isn't "sexo" and they are a little drunk. Boyfriend? Who cares. He's not here. Don't be so puritanical. And it's the holiday of the Immaculate Conception, surely the Virgin Mary would have acquiesced. C'mon honey, how 'bout a kiss?

How about not?

Not that that happened to me last Friday or anything.

I am all done with exams. Some (grammar) went better than others (history).

Hmm. All done with this semester of school and this semester in Spain.

I'll have to think about that some.