I told my dad the other day. Yeah, THE THING. As you can see I'm still very much alive so it wasn't that bad. I'll tell you more later, I'm too tired right now. Though I'm not quite sure why since I haven't done anything else today but read a bit of Haruki Murakami's South of the Border, West of the Sun (his books are my latest passion, I already read Sputnik Sweetheart and fell in love) and spent 30 min at the solarium, after realizing summer's officially only 3 weeks away, though the weather's pretty summery already.

Still thinking whether to dye my hair or not.. I'm afraid the colour's too dark and I'll end up looking like a goth. Oh god oh god. I hate making decisions.