The Corkboard: Growing

So before I start blogging about what I ACTUALLY want to blog about, I'm going to comment on the poem I wrote a couple of days ago, just because it's so incredibly random and has really nothing to do with everything else I've ever posted. I tend to write poetry when I'm confused, in love, in pain - you name it. It's the best way to let everything out (oh how my IB Higher Level English teacher would be proud). The poem below is of me being confused. Being back in Japan with my family is great, but I wish for the freedom I had back in Canada with my lovely roommates. And yes, the poem is purposely incredibly vague ;)

NOW, it was my beautiful friend Giulia's birthday yesterday, and to celebrate we rented a limo and rode around downtown Tokyo, went to a pub, sang karaoke, and then ended the night at a club. Jealous? I know you are. Don't deny it.

I know you're probably expecting me to blog about this wonderful experience, but honestly I'm here to comment on my hair. WHAT? WHAT IS THE CONNECTION? Well I'll tell you. Giulia, the birthday girl, had her hair up in a hot ponytail at the beginning of the night (she has a bad habit of changing her hairstyle every two seconds) and it made me wish my hair was longer so that I could pull that off. I mean, if I did that now, I'd look like Pippy Long Stockings. Only with one ponytail instead of matching piggies. It would unattractively stick out and be incredibly inappropriate for a night out on the city. So this blog post is dedicated to pictures of said magnificent hairstyle, and me saying that I'm growing my hair out. And I wish it would hurry, damn it.