some colour

For the past two days I have been suffering from a serious lack of motivation to do anything. I have been totally and completely phlegmatic and unproductive. This manifested itself today in my unwillingness to go out when the sun is shining from a blue sky and the temperature is close to +30C° (and we are only in April). So, when I got back from school this morning, I spent a long while chatting with my sister online. During our hardly intelligent conversation I came up with my new action plan – I was going to dye my hair.

We were both convinced that this would help – good hair makes everything else well as well. Or at least it will make the picture in the mirror look much better (we haven’t really been good friends lately). So I went to the shop to get the colour. Already when climbing back up, I was feeling more energetic.

The colour has to be left in for 30min. I decided to use this to do a facial mask as well. I splattered green mud all over my face and figured that I still have 20min to go. Excellent, I could clean my bathroom and my kitchen. It really does not take long to do that and yet they seem to always end up in a disastrous state. So, with my hair in a dark know on the top of my hair and my green face I started scrubbing (this is where I see my mum, with my minds eyes, having a shocked impression on her face. She is convinced that by leaving the bathroom with hair dye in my hair I will get little drops of colour all over my little flat. Yet, she is the one who has taught me to use my time efficiently).

So now, I have, temporarily, bright coloured hair and a shiny kitchen and bathroom and a face that is…well pretty much the same as before that mask but at least I know that I did it so I have this self confidence that shines through and brings out my inner beauty…or something.

And my point is…sometimes it is good NOT to have housemates.