2319

Yesterday, I ate 2319 calories. Go ahead and make your faces of revolt. But what I do not understand is, a few months ago, this quantity of food would have made me gain 3 lbs. Possibly 4. This morning, I'm back at 138.6. Granted, it's a gain, but a miniscule one compared to what I was expecting. Welcome back, child's metabolism.

Work is... not going well, at all :/ I can't seem to knuckle down even though I only have 4 more days to complete two sets of English coursework. What is wrong with me? I am just eating and eating and procrastinating and getting nowhere. My aim for today is to eat 1900 calories, pick out 6 poems from each anthology that refer to the transcendent vs. the mundane, and then make a list of analytical points for each poem with reference to appropriate lines. Then, tomorrow I should have a good base to work with, and I can get cracking on the novel (which I still haven't finished reading yet... I am a terrible student.)

I picked the title, by the way. Transcendence from the mundane... sound familiar?

:P Oh also, I found out that the lit essay is only 3,000 words, not 6,000. My bad. Makes things a tad more manageable...   

So, last night, and I don't know what on earth possessed me, but I put a streak of colour in my hair. I must have been way more manic than I remember, because when I was walking around at 6pm, after I'd bought a diet coke and flitted round the few shops that were still open, I was suddenly drawn in by the bright neon lights of a pharmacy, and faced with an inexplicable urge to buy hair dye. (NB: I have never dyed my hair, or any part of my hair, in my life. I am such a fail teenager. I also do not have any piercings, have not had sex with a boy, haven't any tattoos, and have never taken club drugs. Virtually the opposite of my younger sister, who is light-years ahead of me in all above respects.)

I swanned into the shop in a trance and decided that I would put an electric blue streak in my hair. My logic was, 'it would look kind of cool, and I'm not at school so no one can tell me off.' I know, I'm such a rebel...

7pm found me leaning over a sink with a line of bleach blonde in my hair. I didn't get round to putting the blue in after I'd pre-lightened it (I have very dark, almost black hair) because my mum came home. My mum actually likes it. How awful is that? I try to commit a rebellious act and my mother approves? Cry. But I do find this rather amusing. I'm saving the blue to put in another time. Maybe when I get bored of the blonde.