Sorry for the blog hiatus which you probably didn’t notice. I’m lazy and smell.

So what’s been happening in my life? I’ll tell you what.


School:

Obviously, as a UK teenager with an ambition to do something other than sit and watch re-runs of the now tragically defunct Trisha Goddard Show when I’m older, I go to school. Later this year, in September, I will be (hopefully!) going to University. Eee. Therefore I have applied to several universities to study English Literature and Creative Writing, and have so far only received one offer, ahh. A big part of that is that I applied for Additional Learning Support due to my hair and general loopiness, meaning that two universities now want to interview me to check that I’m not completely out of my little mind before they give me an offer (or don’t…). The first of these two interviews is this Wednesday, so I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. I’m going to read a bit of Oscar Wilde later so I have something to talk about in the interview beyond my hair.



Hair:

Yes, it’s still there! Going to get a haircut on Tuesday, have no idea how I’m going to get it cut, oh dear. Making decisions has never been one of my strong points!
On the pulling front, it has definitely got worse recently. I have given myself a nice shiny bald patch at the back of my head, one behind both ears and one on my crown. Sigh. Oh well, if I shoved a sock down my trousers and wore a potato sack I could probably join a monastery without too much fuss. Except then I’d have to believe in God. And eat bread and water. So maybe I won’t do that just yet. I’ve also stopped wearing a hat everywhere because as far as I’m concerned, I don’t have too much of a problem with how it looks. OK, it looks a bit like I have mange at the moment, but it doesn’t offend me. If it offends anyone else then they have more of a problem than I do. By showing people how my hair actually looks (ironically I hide it in most of these photos!) I can better come to terms with it, I’m not lying all the time and I don’t feel guilty.

Non-trichsters might not understand, nor perhaps will some trichsters, but I personally believe that this disorder is a part of us and by hiding it we are letting the bad and cancerous part of our soul take over our esteem and confidence. We have to befriend it and accept it, embrace it. We can beat it if we accept that it’s there.

I’m going to stop procrastinating and do some coursework now. Maybe.

Night night chums.