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so, I got a perm on Thursday. this is because my hair's normal state was straightened, because its natural state is "half wavy, half straight, all assy". as it reverted to this the moment it encountered any significant amount of moisture, I figured that I might as well just cut my losses and save my hair and sanity and help the curl out for Scotland. better than endless, futile hours of quality time with mr. flat-iron.

I also cut a lot off... it looks nice in the morning, but after a few hours has gone "FLOOMF" into something terrifying, so, I need to get that figured out, but yeah.

I leave in a week and a day, basically. all nervousness has effectively been canceled by the fact that I'm already not in classes at K next term and if I have to spend any more time than the next week at home with my father, it's gonna be either me or him. I don't think he is aware of the extent to which this summer is driving me utterly fucking mad. having spent 9-10 months in a living situation of "I'll take care of mine, you take care of yours," I am not dealing well with having him consider everyone's dishes and laundry to be wholly my responsibility, whether I had anything to do with them or not. it's probably selfish and childish of me, but shit like "I was going to do the laundry, but then I realized that that's what I have a 20-year-old daughter for" makes me incredibly angry. tonight I cleaned out my mother's car just to stop them from yelling at each other (guess who started that one?) about it, after setting up all of his (technology-related) recent birthday presents because he couldn't be arsed to, you know, READ THE MANUAL. and I mean, I have been a leech this summer. I most assuredly hate it even more than he does -- being unemployed is a quick and easy way for me to feel useless and depressed. but I don't think this justifies the fact that I get yelled at regularly for not taking care of everyone else's crap.

and ranting, and so I'll shut it. anyway.