drop dead.. gorgeous

when i was expecting one hour of solid soccer. i got instead, 4000m of running. cross country it seems, is next week. so disappointed and dejected, i ran. and ran and ran and ran. before i stopped to tie my shoe laces. and then ran again.

got interviewed by guitar comm. i actually said i wanted to be secretary. well, dunno what gave me that idea. at least its much better than being logistics manager.

finally, i cut my hair. as hilary says, i'm officially a skinhead. whatever that means.