Lolita's done her hair

I must admit that I'm usually one of those lazy persons who just get a simple, stylish haircut so I never have to do my hair. But then I read a blog post on It'll Take The Snap Out Of Your Garters! [link to post], and Lisa Freemont Street woman inspired me to experiment with my hair a little. So I slept with those wonderfully comfortable curlers in my hair, and today I fixed my hair too look like this:

The essential bathroom picture.

I'm pretty pleased with the result, even though my hair currently is too short to make any really interesting hairdos. I just pinned up the Goldilocks on the side to make it look a little cooler.

Today I received my letter from the Department of Cinema Studies, I'm starting January 12th. I still can't believe it. But I will have to pay for it: I looked up the costs on commuting between my city Norrköping and the big scary capital Stockholm. 3800 SEK a month. That's $520 for you. Five hours on a train every day. But it will have to work - my dream looks like it's coming a bit closer thanks to the Cinema Studies.

I just had a talk with my friend, whom I will call Khrushchev. We realized that we now have reached the age where one should start experimenting with drugs. When we talked about how amphetamine probably will improve the results of our studies, I came up with a brilliant idea: I could kill two birds with one stone if I did amphetamine Mon-Fri, and burnt away my nostrils with cocaine on the weekends. I finally did something about my shrill voice when I started smoking (going for the Garbo voice, oh yeah), but my little nose still makes me sound very nasal. Cocaine could fix that, I think.
But with those expensive train tickets I will probably not be able to even buy enough food, so I guess I'll just have to give up on the drug experiment thing.

I'll end this violently random post with a balcony photo of myself, showing both my pretty face and the snowy Norrköping. "It's fuckin' freezin'", as my mother managed to embarrass an Englishman by shouting out when living in London in her youth.
I'm too much like my dear mother.

A picture of me, if you missed my face when I messed up by blog header for Christmas.
And I AM aware of the fact that my pose is exactly the same in all photos of me.