My skin sucks SO hard right now!!! I feel like I'm 16 or something, geeeez. Thankgod for concealer, right?

So tomorrow I'm sending my visa application. Talk about cutting it fine. I'm insane. I'm meant to be flying out on August 22nd! I'm now ever so slightly nervous about what Plan B should entail, you know, should my application be denied for any reason. The boy is so relaxed about it all... like as if I can just up & go regardless of the outcome of the application. ANYWAYS. Shall cross that bridge IF we come to it. Right.

In other 'its happening tomorrow' news- I have a hair appointment tommorow at 10am. Have I ever mentioned how much I despise going to the hairdressers? My last encounter took like, 7 hours, or something insane. I hate the nonsense chit chat, the shitty instant coffee and the way the girls are all so fucking thin & beautiful. I hate girls like that. But. My hair is looking like absolute shite at present so it must be done. I am going to dye it black too. I'll probably look goth with my irish skin & all.

I think once I get myself through the fun & games of hair cutting & chit chatting I shall treat myself to some cupcakes. Theres this super fabulous little place called Cupcake Parlour right by the salon. The chocolate frosting is amazing. I'd be such a heffer if I lived any closer to the joint, it's irresistable! Aight. Off to sleep now.

PS: 2 sleeps til Fox Glacier/Queenstown/No work for a week trip! How super exciting (I have been pulling double shifts for the last month or so... so truly is exciting to have holiday!)

PPS: I love the l word way too much, I'm so into Jenny at the moment (and Shane, but it's always Shane, right?)