I finally decided to let my hair go long, again.
I still desire a skinner shape, and got made up with my bleached hair. What would be the use of a brown one? Long-brown-hair: that wouldn't fit me, for sure.
I'm getting bored, bored, bored of thinking I am supposed to be studying all day long, as I used to imagine when I was younger. Anyway, in primary school I thought lycee was a grown up's time. It was like imagining myself a hundred years later. Who will I be when I'll be 40?
This springtime, specially, feels like the ultimate wet & wormy & green season before the -real- life. I admit my imagination related to next year goes too far... But I feel like I live the last empty days of my youth. This is so incredible I don't even do what I have to do to realize things I project. Staying focused on aims which don't really matter. Let's be materialist: I just need money (and time to meet people, because it is my main source of pleasure).
