Red on Redd.

Mood meh
Wearing blue pilot jacket, manky jeans, manky socks, blue Adidas tee
Eating/Drinking milk and Extra Ice blah
Hearing Rob D - Furious Angels
Dreamt about nothing last night, but the night before I dreamt about Jimbob. I was sitting at the pc inside a a duvet and then Jimbob came to the window (thus being in my back yard) and started laughing at me and saying stuff to me, but the stuff he was saying was coming up through MSN, eventually Georgie Abbott came and dragged him away.
Currently reading Bret Easton Ellis - American Psycho (I must be mad to read this evil thing again...)
Present MSN name I'm small but I'm strong.
Talking to nowt.
Last text from Bone
Word of the Day gogo

Decided I might as well post. Ignore what I last said. Just remember I just speak crap.
There's nothing new happening. Went to Bone's last night to sort out Josh's mp3 player. Finally deduced that there's a problem with their USB drive on the computer. Probably not wired in properly. But anyway, ended up staying the night as usual, even though the plan was just to stay for an hour to do the mp3 player.
Anyway, had a great chat wth Bone until the early hours about whatever stuff. As I had thought; Fru, Jolene, Lemon, etc. would be mentioned. Although it's understating it saying that Jolene and Fru were just mentioned.

Ellie was in a lot of pain last night cos of her leg, and I felt quite bad for her. But there wasn't a lot I could do about it really.
And me? I was a bit allergic to her bedroom at first as usual, but that soon calmed down. It's so crap being allergic to people's houses: even my own in certain places.

But enough. Had my hair dyed again yesterday and during the foil stage, suddenly got this really evil pain in my stomach. I knew exactly what it was, and I can't say I wasn't expecting it. IBS is back.
So I kinda keel over and my hairdresser thinks I've died or passed out or something. I didn't explain it to her,and got up and ran/stumbled upstairs and locked myself in our bathroom. Stayed there for a bit, with half my hair done in foil and lots of red goop in my hair.

It eventually passed and I came back down again. Hairdresser looked a bit bewildered.
Carried on having hair done. Finished foil. Waited. Fol taken out. Looks like I've got a serious head trauma wound (masses of wet red sticky stuff on hair. Looks like blood, seriously.) Get some enjoyment out of having the dye washed out my hair in the sink, watching the water turn red... actually, as weirdly sick as that sounds, it's not. But it doesn't have the same affect when you have your hair done blonde. I went blonde in year 8 (big mistake) and that was not fun at all.
Debra did a hair sample for Lisa, blue on Lisa's black. Why Lisa wants blue hair I do not know, but she does. It was funny though. The blue couldn't top the black, so it stripped it instead - taking the black from that dark colour to very light blonde. I suppose this is why we have to do samples. I would have died laughing if Lisa hadn't bothered with the sample and had just put the blue on anyway. Can you imagine her as a bleached blonde? Haha.

Anyway, red's the only way to go...

Back to IBS though: I'm back on my frickin' medication. I'm really sick of getting this every holiday. The Christmas hols, next half term holidays after those, Easter hols, now...
But I have to go back to school on Monday, even if it's bad. I don't understand what I possibly have to be stressed about in the holidays. But I find something. And get ill. What fun.

Oh yeah, I think I saw Tommy Walsh this morning. On Littleover Lane. Saw his van at least, and Lorna pointed him out (not in van, elsewhere) when we were driving down. I caught the back of someone's head and I guess that was him.

Pity. I wanted to see Mr Titchmarsh so I could laugh at him for being such a prick.

ETA: Just so you know. It wasn't random. They're doing a feature for the BBC down there. Ha.