KOALA APOCALYPSE

Tomorrow I'm going to take the test to get my drivers permit. Oh joy *insert loads of sarcasm here* ... but that's not the important thing!

 

 

Onto the big news!

I'm going to get my hair cut tomorrow! YES CUT! Like really cut! Usually when I get my hair cut I just get it trimmed. Since my hair is SOOOO DAMN LONG a trim is just 2 in - 5 in (5.08 cm - 12.7 cm)  of my hair being cut off and it doesn't make much of a difference.

 

I don't know how much of my hair is being cut off or what type of cut I'll be getting. Since I'm going to Vidal Sassoon I'll just let the person cutting my hair do whatever they want to it. As much as I love the length of my hair it really pisses me off. The only thing I like about hair is that it's LOOOOOOONG but I really hate the type of hair I have. Maybe after I get my hair cut I'll go get a straight perm ...

 

I also wanted to dye my hair but I don't know what color to dye it. In the end I don't think I'll be getting my hair dyed because my mom was telling me that once you get your hair dyed you have to keep getting it dyed and blahblah ... I just wanted some streaks of some unnatural color or just get the tips dyed but I don't really think it would suit me lol so yeah ... I could just use that temporary dye color mousse by L'Oreal XP

 

Look forward to my new hairstyle!

Be awed by Juka's blonde hair!

... now I'm starting to reconsider >.< I have a feeling I won't go through with it ... 
Oh well, if I hate my hair I can blame it on the stylist XP 
... maybe I should go blonde ...? lol 

FOK I wish I had blue contacts

KOALA ISN'T GOING ANYWHERE

So right now I just got an email regarding my status of going to Germany. Since I've been logged onto MSN for a while I got a new email notification.
It's strange ... I though for sure that I was going but I guess not ... maybe I was too cocky about the whole thing. But this is what the email said:

"Dear Applicant:

A decision has been made on your application for the Congress Bundestag Youth Exchange Program for the 2007-2008 year. Please see the attached letter to check your decision status. Contact me immediately if you are unable to open the document attached to this email. If you have any questions about the decision, please contact: blahblah (contact information has been cut)"

Right ... so I looked at the name of the file "CYBXNotificationLetter2.pdf" ... notice the "Letter2" portion of the file name ...

The funny thing is ... just as I was checking email the song The Final by Dir en Grey started playing ...

After my interview that I had two week ago they said that they would contacting people who applied in the weeks of early April. I kind of knew not to expect any good news since it is not April and they're contacting me ahead of time. Then there was that "Letter2" part of the file name then The Final started playing ... signs of bad omens ... Just as I suspected ... I only read the first line of the letter saying that I was not chosen and I stopped reading it. Yup ... that's it ... the. end. no. Germany.


I have more stuff that I want to type about my thoughts and feelings about this but I fear that this blog entry will be emo LOL ... and I'm also too lazy to type the rest of what I want to type XP and now I am reminded why I rarely do blog entries, takes too much effort lol
FOK Now I need to tell my mom and my grandparents and all my lame ass friends who don't read my blog that I wasn't accepted -__- fucking bums READ MAH BLOG!


Here are lyrics translations and a link so that you can listen to The Final so that you lame people who don't listen to Dir en Grey can understand the nature of the song and why it's really ironic that it started playing just as I opened up that email lalala click on the title of the song for the link to download

"The Final"

The intention is clear, I stare, with this left hand, unable
to be worded
Every time I bleed, there lies the reason to live ... And I
discover words being so vivid and bright

Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand
So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, it
will only be known as flowers of vanity

The Final

One by one it multiplies ... why be a sad bait?

Deep within the hell of my heart ... I can't go back
A self-torture loser, not being able to see tomorrow
Suicide is the proof of life

Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand
So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, it
will only be known as flowers of vanity

So I can't live
What's lost can't be born again

A song that's not even seeking the proof of living
Let's put an end ... The Final

Let's bloom flowers of attempted suicide.