Look outside! I know that you'll recognize it's Summertime.

In a couple of days, I have my last exam for this year.

I had an awesome half term, but these past couple of weeks have been monotonous and boring, and I've felt monotonous and boring, because I'm cancelling plans all the time because I'm exhausted or studying or sitting an exam. And it's not been any fun. This morning, I was riding a high. I was sitting on my bed revising history, happy as a clam, and I didn't realise until I started singing Somewhere Over The Rainbow that I was giddy because of the Glee finale last night. And as much I love Glee, (I think I just lost some hipster cred or something) that should never be the highlight of a person's fortnight (even though it was really great, wasn't it? Like, how emotional were you when Sue voted for New Directions?). Exams have left me starved for entertainment, and I'm desperate to get out of the house and out of the town and go to the beach or the capital or somewhere new.

Thankfully, I have a tiny manageable Ethics paper left. That's it. Then it's Summer. And I am really excited this year. I've a lot of awesome plans; some of which are long-anticipated plans, some are plans to go the beach and the capital, family holiday plans, and some of which are accidental and I can't get out of them, so fuck it, I'll make the most of it (I'm looking at you, French Alps trip I somehow agreed to go on). Mostly, I'm looking forward to inevitable spontaneous things. And days when I'm not doing anything else and can:

Paint my room.

Watch all of these Woody Allen DVDs I have and haven't starting watching yet.

Mosey on down to friends' houses and have fun lazy nights in.

Sleep

Revisit sunny day records (mainly lots and lots of the Thermals, who remind me of visiting theme parks and holidays and Summer in general).

Of course, days where you have no plans often turn out to be the best days; there's nothing to do, and there being nothing to do, there's everything to do. That's when the spontaneity kicks in.

Until this friday, though, all I have to look forward to is my day off from exams tomorrow. I'm gonna get my hair cut. I think my mind began to wander during a science exam, and suddenly it hit me that my hair was getting really long. It was one of those days where I got caught up in a Bruce Springsteen-esque funk and wanted to change my clothes, my hair, my face. Feeling so dissatisfied with myself and my appearance is probably why, throughout high school, I've been given to drastic hair cuts, and my hair has rarely been allowed to grow past chin-length. And probably why I dyed my hair blackblackblack for years (it's a red-brown now). There've been times when I've been determined to grow it, but I always get bored and give up before it gets to my shoulders. It's just resting there now.

Thing is, I love cutting my hair off, because of the initial surprise I get when I happen to play with it, or wash it, or style it and realise it's all gone. But after the novelty wears off, I realise I'm far off from having heavy long tresses, and that I'm going to have to go through that boring middly stage (what my hair is at now) to get it anywhere near as long as I want it. So, I don't think I'll get my head sheared tomorrow. I'm happier now in my appearance than I've ever been. I guess I just want to cut it off because I'm bored. And a haircut won't change anything anything internally, or even externally, really. Plus, how am I going to cultivate a spectacular pile of hair like this if I keep cutting it off?

PLUS, when my hair was at it's shortest (and blackest) I got the nickname El Beatle. Looking through old photos now, I realise the Beatle I most closesly resembled was definitely Ringo. That is never a good look for a teenage girl.

I also need to remember to, amongst doing funner things this weekend, send out job applications- I'm growing up. I hate myself for saying this, but a lot of the time it seems the amount of money you spend corresponds with how memorable your experiences are. Not always, but enough times. And I hate relying on my parents to pay for things.