Victoria: I'm running out of ideas for post titles

Went to a gig at the Producers bar last night. For anyone in Adelaide who knows me and reads this, ie: one person, WHY WAS I NOT TAKEN THERE BEFORE? IT IS AWESOME.
If i lived closer to the city i would be down there every Saturday night. Seriously.
Anyway, Michael had a gig there, their band is called the Viennas, and not to sound horrible, but i was actually surprised at how good they were! They were honestly really really good.
Though i felt like such a hipster, sitting in a bar with mismatched retro furniture on the other side of town while unknown bands played to an audience of about 40 or so people.

Before that i was at the hairdressers for 5 hours, which isn't uncommon because my friend who i've known since year 2 and her mum run the salon. Anway, we were aiming for a bright red, not unlike the colour of my new skinny jeans. Which i am too skinny for, as it turns out... < booth >

But anyway, it came out a sort of auburn red, which wasn't good. So we shoved some plum coloured fudge over the top so now it's this colour;

Which is a nice shade of purple, which will wash out. So i'm going back next week to try again! :)

I told one of my other friends that i've been suicidal last night. Not really sure why i told her... She's just told me she was moving interstate and then she was going on about how she'd told me a massive secret and that she deserved one from me and i got a little annoyed so i went "you want me to tell you a secret? a decent one? well i've been suicidal lately. good enough?" She went kinda quiet. Which is understandable because as far as ALL of my friends know i am the happiest person they know. I've only really cried in front of 3 people once. And that was when my Nan was really sick. So for the rest of the evening she kept hugging me and dragging me away from the rest of the people to tell me how great she thought i was. Actually made me feel physically sick to get so many compliments in one night. And i'm not saying that for effect, i almost threw up at one stage.

I'm getting a bit better, i mean, i think having told two people now has sort of... lifted the weight from my shoulders, in a way? I'm not scratching at my arms, either. I'm pretty lame, instead of cutting i get things like keys or sharp edges or my nails and i just kind of sit and scratch at my arms for a while... because cutting leaves scars and i'd just hate my appearance more if i had lasting reminders. Gets my frustration out, though.

MAN. THIS HAS BEEN A BIT OF A DEEP AND DEPRESSING POST.
sorry about that!!
Less depressing is the fact that i got handed a 1980's Doctor Who choose-your-own-adventure book.