Hair's to the Long Weekend

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This weekend was the Newington Long Weekend. I had had a few plans for what to do during these three days. Some involved meeting up with friends, others involved actually doing work, but I can gladly report to you, dear readers, I didn't do anything that I had planned simply because I couldn't be bothered. Well by that I mean, others couldn't be bothered to organise something with me and I couldn't be bothered to give them a 20 minute lecture to convince them that going to see a movie would be better than staying at home lying in a puddle of your own urine and eating cheese omelette cooked on your neighbour's half-broken barbecue stove whilst the rats in your roof excrete fecal matter onto your television whilst you're watching Oprah and soap operas.

Indeed, this Long Weekend was mostly uneventful. Saturday's highlights was Round 2 of Qualifying for the Fencing Schools League. We won 6-3 against Hills Grammar but narrowly went down 4-5 to St. Aloysius A. Depending on how much coffee the web adminstrator has had over the past 48 hours, we should know where we are on the final ranking list for the DE Finals in two weeks time. Nothing much interesting on Saturday so let's go on to Sunday.

Sunday was not very interesting either. I caught up with some of my friends from NLC which was nice but apart from that, it was mainly piano and schoolwork. That was of course, until 10pm. Then the real fun began. In lieu of actually going to the cinemas this long weekend, I decided to do my German homework, which was generously enough, to watch a movie in German. This turned out to be one of the most interesting and powerful movies I've watched this year. We had started this movie last year in Elective History, but last night I watched all 145 minutes of it and it was amazing. I'm not going to review it, but I highly recommend it to everyone who's interested in history. Wow, Bruno Ganz is such a scary actor - a very realistic portrayal of Hitler indeed. And yes, I am talking am 'Downfall'. *raves on about Downfall for another 30 minutes*.

And now quickly to today, Monday. Whilst mostpeople were at school today, I went shopping for Ngiammy's birthday present, because I hadn't had the chance to get something for him before now. I had the perfect idea of what to get him, but turns out the place I went to didn't have what I wanted. Nor did three other similar places. So I had to revert to Plan B and hope that what I've bought him, he doesn't have already. If he does, I apologise in advance and you can blame Western imperialism for that.

Anyway, I then had to get a haircut. Now I don't know about you, dear readers, but I don't particularly like getting haircuts, because most hairdressers screw it up, partly due to some technical deficiency of skill on their part, or also partly because of the fact that they're conversing with the hairdresser next to them simultaneously whilst giving me a haircut as if they're married. Well, in today's case, they were. Married. And apparently the woman was 4 months pregnant too. So there we go. It's also quite interesting, or unnerving depending on your perspective, when new customers enter a particular hairdresser and decide to get the attention of the person cutting your hair, and then continue to have idle conversation with them throughout. Today featured a lady who came in, was annoyed at having left her hat in the car, asked if she could use the bathroom, came out, walked around inspecting all the equipment in the salon and asking questions about it, then decided to leave to check if her car had had its wheels marked yet. There was also another couple who came in to get their respective hairs cut, and the person of a feminine nature in this relationship was constantly flaunting her decisiveness for all to see. Here is a paraphased and slightly exaggerated version of what happened for satirical purposes:

Lady: "Is it just these two who you've got before us?"

Hairdresser: "*mumbles something inarticulate*"

Lady: "It's just these two right. Tell me! There's no one else waiting, is there?"

Hairdresser: "Oh, just one other person."

Lady: "One other person!?! We need to get our hair cut."

Hairdresser: "What, both of you?"

Lady: "Yes both of us. I was going to let my hair grow longer but I changed my mind"

Hairdresser: "Oh really..."

Lady: "Yes. I hate long hair!"

Hairdreser: "It's really not that long."

Lady: "Yes it is. Shut up and get on with it."

Anyway, that's enough pointless stupid and boring recounting for today. I've still got a Name of the Rose Essay to write which I haven't bothered starting yet. Comment here or in the Cbox, I don't mind. *sigh* Chemistry reverts to SL tomorrow. No more double frees for optimal practice opportunity. No more reprieve from the McVicar school of Insanity. No more freedom from prac write ups. On the bright side, maybe we'll find out the results of certain votes/auditions/competitions this week. Oh well, that's all from me for now. I've got some meta-writing to do.

As if I don't enough of that already...

Addendum - For those who play chess, I just won a theoretically drawn game with K+P vs K. Oh the hilarity.

Till next time, may you agglomerate all your unpremeditated contemplations