Just another rant.

Dad's favourite game: pissing people off.
Level: becoming Kiwi.
Overview: chose something to make comments about which is likely to annoy someone at each level.
So, level becoming Kiwi is making comments about taking classes or having operations to make you Kiwi. It's a bit of an ongoing joke in the family that Kiwis tend to be a bit slow on the uptake with jokes and the such. So dad seems to think it's a good idea to tell me things like it's a shame I'm not going back to England for a month with them, as I need to get my brain back up to speed. Then he stands there like he expects me to answer him, so perhaps if anyone has had the op, it is him.
No offense Kiwis. We are joking. It's just a few dimwitted folk here giving the rest of you a bad name, we know that.

In other news, I made a hair appointment. I'm getting a full head of foils, blonde. I've been wanting that for quite a while so I'm looking forward to it. Then, after the ball, I'm seriously considering putting purple underneath. Maybe just a wash out, but if I really like it I'll get a long lasting one in. Bring on new hair.