things I possess at the moment:

[fahye]

a) Bewilderingly sexy hair. It's all sleek with just the right amount of flick.

b) Two arms which cannot be lifted above an angle of 45 degrees without pain thanks to my HPV and tetanus injections, both of which seemed to cause a totally unreasonable amount of muscular spazzery out of PURE SPITE. Hmph.

c) Great expectations of this weekend, which will involve cosplay & shopping adventures in Sydney with the lovely _leareth, and profound_poppy's 19th-century themed picnic.

d) 5164 words of my current fic, an end in sight, and a narrator of whom I remain fond despite his occasional fits of unhelpful asshattery. I expect I'll post it tomorrow morning.

e) Increasing amounts of excitement re: the rest of the year. You guys, I am moving to Sydney to go to doctor school. I own a stethoscope. (I think the sheer amount of bewildered joy I feel at all of these facts kind of implies that I made a sensible career choice somewhere along the way, right? I'm going to hold on tight to said joy for as long as I can, in the hope that I can delay the fits of wailing OH GOD OH GOD WHY DID I CHOOSE THIS LIFE KILL ME NOW until at least, say, the third week of term.)

Comments

[fahye.livejournal.com]

What is pathetic is that I would have a lot more sexy hair days if I could be bothered to remember that I own a hair straightener.

[sadcypress.livejournal.com]

See, I own one, but honestly can't be bothered to use it in the mornings. So I'm too vain to not be bothered by Unsexy Hair, but too lazy to really do anything about it. Woe!

[fahye.livejournal.com]

My hair is ridiculously thick, and blowdrying it to the stage where I can actually use the straightener takes way too much time for me to bother when I have...anything. Straightening occurs in the evening before special events, or during the summer hols :D