Hair dancing.

I got my hair cut. Once it was down to my butt, but no more. It is down to my shoulders. Barely.

I have spent the afternoon head-banging and swishing my hair around my face because it is suddenly full of bouncability and je ne sais quoi.


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Last night I went out with my dancing shoes on to uhhh....dance. And drink. Well, to drink, then dance once I'd lost all feelings of shame. I was in the dirty section of town (ie, the Hull side, where the drinking age is my age and therefore, all the sketchy type people go there) and I accidentally gave my home number to this guy I was dancing with. And my name, but not my real one. Alice, of course.

I wasn't too worried about it though, 'cause them sketchy dudes in Hull never call.

And then he did. Well, actually no. He texted my house. And my mom picked up and the text got turned into words somehow and it said "Hey is this Alice?"

And my mom was all "That was wierd."

He was 6 foot 5. Dancing with him was a tad bit ridiculous. But I had a laugh because every so often he would spontaneously burst into the robot.


ok.

TRALALALALALA?