Day 22: Fringe festival. Oh yes it's back.

Vancouver Int'l Fringe Festival you say?
no.
sorry,

the party's on my head.

i've been meaning to cut my fringe since it grew out months ago.
i have this thing with my hair where i have to either get it coloured or cut every 2-3 months or else i'd become quite the wacko.
i've never had a haircut in vancouver ever yet, and i'm quite scared to. to tell you the truth, there are only two people i ever trust to cut my hair - two of my favourite hairstylists in Dubai. i don't even trust myself to cut my own hair,
but
i DID.
finally TRIMMED MY FRINGE in the wee hours of the morn. i just had to. ever since October it'd always been bugging me, screaming relentlessly to get the chop off my head. and now, oh oh oh my forehead feels lighter, much lighter and happy to have something adorning it, blocking its way of glorious shiny-ness.
some of you might've seen me sporting my new blunt look. i'm actually quite proud of it for it's uneven straightness. oh my hair doesn't have to be perfect.

i call it the unique MARYCUT.

ah, and tonight i actually came from a dinner with a great bunch of friends. A friend of ours, lets have him go by the name The TyteLid (i make you sound like a pro wrestler/boxer. hahaha!), was back in town from Ontario for a visit and we couldn't not have dinner with the amazing TyteLid!!!
ate at a vietnamese resto, which i don't really fancy but nevermind that. time spent with friends is more valuable (ack! i'm being slapped continuosly by a big blob of cheese at the moment) but it's true. hanging around with great friends beats anything, even more than the kind of happiness pocky gives you.
doodoodoo - so after dinner our after party was a coffee shop i don't know the name of. per the usual, i try and stray away from coffee because of caffeine highs that may make me burst in energy (nobody wants to see that), and ordered a hot chocolate. and oh, i just realized, i might go on a sugar high instead of a caffeine one. and now i am. here, alone at home, dancing, jumping, headbanging like there's a pool of silverfish on the carpet beneath me.

i had a good night :) got to meet a turtle, got hot chocolate, chilled with good friends and finally got out of the house after two days of hibernating inside the warmth of my apartment.
dear fresh air, you made my day!

this song is one from a fave band i grew up listening to. the word 'bottom' popped in my head tonight while heading home because a friend, CarCar, thoughtfully turned the heater on the passenger seat to warm my bum.