Chapter 1

I've been trying to get into reading again. I haven't had the chance to be a full time reader in years, so this summer is the perfect opportunity. I downloaded an ebook reader for my iTouch. Reading on such a small screen isn't as bad as you would think. Alice in Wonderland came along with the reader so I'm making my way through that. It's a simple enough read so I thought I'd start with that to ease me back into the reading. I love the way all of the classics are free because they are that old.

Reddit's r/funny is having a no pictures day. Loada me bollix.

I made the mistake of having a nap today directly after I had been reading up on the trial of Casey Anthony. She was tried for the murder of her two year old daughter and got away with it. The evidence was deemed circumstantial and the jury were not convinced of her guilt beyond all reasonable doubt. Anywho, this reading then napping resulted in me having dreams about being chased by a murderer. 30 Seconds to Mars' video for Hurricane didn't help matters either, especially the uncensored version, with the being chased by a gimp with a big sledgehammer.

I got sick of my blond/orangey hair today so it's back to red, and quite a bright shade at that. At least I know that next time I want to do the blond thing again, I've to let the dark red grow out. The first bottle of blond I abused my hair with resulted with me sporting bright blond roots and an orange mess made up the rest of my hair. With two more bottles thrown into it, I determined that it looked acceptable enough to go to the Engineering Ball albeit with my hair hastily scraped together in a bun to hide the orange ends. When I got the bright idea to dye my hair blond, I forgot that my dress was orange. Yes, my orange hair matched my orange dress. Disaster.
I spent the night dodging the camera, the picture below being one of three that I appear in.

This expert camera avoidance tactic was completely negated when I decided that it was a good idea to get in front of the camera and express how awesome the Eng Ball is.

 

Proud of me, Mum?

Anyway, I'll leave you with this seeing as I mentioned it earlier. The Censored Version.