A Belated Rebellion

It's been decided. Not only will I go to Europe this summer holidays (and therefore endanger not only myself but my precious "gifts." You know what they say about randy European men) but I will also get a tattoo (I've decided against the world map idea and instead will get a small open book on my ankle. The nerdiest, lamest of all tattoos. The juxtaposition will be exquisite and will likely gain me the admiration of many a handsome nerdmen. I'm thinking a Seth Cohen lookalike sporting Ulysses under one arm) and dye my hair.

Yes, dye my hair because I've never dyed my hair in my entire life. Not in my nearly 21 years of life on this very earth. Never having dyed my hair? What is this? A centre for ants? I think not. As such, and in the spirit of gaining every single life experience I can get my grubby hands on, I'm going to give myself (wait for it) blue streaks. Or highlights. Just something blue.

I've drawn a sophisticated diagramatic representation of my summer plans on Windows Paint to ease you into envisioning my future self. Please, remain calm.

I took some um... artistic liberties regarding my boob to waist to hip triple ratio. You're welcome.

J