Amazing how your head feels a trillion pounds lighter after you get a haircut. Did those two inches my hairdresser trimmed off really make that big of a difference?! I feel like my head might detach from my body and float into oblivion. Strangeness. o_O

The past few days have been quite shit. Not really shit, per say, just sorta… blah. I guess. I haven’t really got anything of interest to talk about. Not that that’s different from any other day, really. The blah-ness will continue through the weekend, as I am forced to go into work on Saturday morning by the evil powers-that-be. Six days a week at work?! Fucking bastards.

On a completely unrelated (though possibly related?) note, why am I so tired lately?! Every night for the past week, I’ve been sound asleep within five minutes of my head hitting the pillow. I’m fucking knackered, dude. I feel like I could sleep for a whole straight week right about now. *yawns*

I got bored yesterday, so I took an online IQ test and scored a 127, which I guess is pretty good. The IQ test is omnipotent, apparently, so it also said: “Your Intellectual Type is Insightful Linguist. This means you are highly intelligent and have the natural fluency of a writer and the visual and spatial strengths of an artist. Those skills contribute to your creative and expressive mind.” Though, if that IQ test was really accurate, it would have known that I am a crap artist, and I haven’t a creative cell in my body. My artistic ability is limited to random geometric shapes and stick people. The linguist thing I can see, but an artist?! Uh… no.

I was pretty proud of my results, until my little sister informed me that she also took an IQ test and scored a 130 - while she was stoned out of her mind. Which makes me think that either A) She cheated, B) Marijuana does make you smarter, or C) She’s a fucking genius. I’m leaning toward the last option.