Fire

I have had an epiphany. I'm going to change my hair and get my nose pierced. That's about it really. I'm going to cut my hair to like boob - make sure you note that I said boob height, as in below the shoulders, NOT BOB HEIGHT - get heaps more layers, and have my fringe shorter and more feathery I guess you could call it. So I just rang mum to tell her all of this, figured it'd be the nice thing to do. Boy did I cop it. "Don't do anything until I get home, your hair is who you are you can't just chop it all off blah blah blah blah". Yeah, nice one. I'll wait til she gets home, coz that's only three days and I couldn't get into town before then anyway, but I'm still getting it done. Not like she can stop me anyway. But I don't understand why she freaked out. It's not like I'm dying my hair black and getting a tattoo of a snake on my face. Then she could whinge.

So what else is new? Well not a lot really. Handed in my RE assignment today - just a heads up, if you carry a mini coffin on the bus and around school, people will ask questions. Lots of fun though, coz you can really freak them out. I think Lydia's explanation that my pet rat died was probably the best, certainly freaked out some year seven girls. Haha.

If I do have a kid, a girl - coz if it's a boy I'm naming it Zeke and giving it to Fan and Kaileigh to raise, according to our latest maths lesson - I promise not to freak out about hair cuts and piercings. Go for it.

School Photos. Ergh. My hair fell out on one side, which made it look messy, but idc, so they tell me to pin it back.

So I'm typing this as I watch the fire brigade drive away. Not even kidding. I'm shaking and the dog's crying and we need a new oven, but that's the extent of the damage. So our oven caught on fire. Wall of flame fire. Rang 000, fire brigade came out, fire extinguishers, took out the oven from the wall because it's burnt to a crisp. The house is full of smoke and I can't stop coughing.

So much for dinner ehh?

There's white powder from fire extinguishers everywhere. All through the kitchen, all through the loungeroom and dining room. Everything's either white from extinguishy stuff or black from ash and soot. Apparently the roof's not on fire, and neither is the wall behind the stove, but it's not wise to have electricity in the kitchen for a while. Extra heat might cause another fire. And we don't want that.

Trip to the insurance company tomorrow, need a new stove and hot plates. Oh and the cupboards above the stove. They're fucked. Throwing out all the food now, apparently they might be contaminated with the extinguishy stuff.

That was terrifying.

So suddenly I'm not in a blogging mood, and considering this had been open on my laptop for a few hours, I think it's time to give it a break.

Quote of the day: 000 asking me to spell Bergalia five times before they sent help