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I don't really know what's going on at the moment, but for the last few months I've really noticed a change in myself. Not a huge change, and it's not something that happens all the time. It's just that when I see somebody succeeding at something they've been working really hard at for a long time I start tearing up.

It's kind of embarassing, but after watching a show like The Biggest Loser I'll be blinking back the tears at the moment of triumph. Or when somebody is facing hardship with courage and determination. I feel the heat rising up through my chest and infusing my body with a warmth. Stories where people have worked hard to change something about their circumstances or something within themselves.

I don't know what's causing it, or why it's started happening now. I don't even know what it means. Does it mean that I want to set myself some hard goals to work towards? Do I want to finally put myself to some good use and achieve something? I think that for too long now I have been on cruise control. I think that I'm starting to think of what I want for myself and, more importantly, from myself. Does this mean that I'm becoming an adult?

It's a new territory for me I guess. I can't really remember the last thing that I really wanted that wasn't material. Sure, I've craved experiences. I still do. But now I think that I want something more.

Hmmm.

So this past weekend I went up to Woodgate again. It was a nice break, even though things were hectic at points. It was a fun time, even if at times the house did seem like it was going to explode.

Woodgate had an Easter fair on the Monday which was pretty awesome. I was a bit sad that I didn't have more time to check it out. We were pressed for time though, and we managed to get stuck in traffic anyway. At the fair there was the usual assortment of crap. You know, leather belts, old knick knacks, iron work, dodgy knock offs. I did have a very nice lemonade though. And some great nuts.

I also saw Gordon Nuttall. He was shorter than I expected. He didn't look very happy, but then again how happy can you be when you're in the trouble that he's in?

Today I had a surprise visit at work. It was a Ghost of Girlfriends Past. Surprise!

I'm off to see 300 tonight with Richard. I hope that it's great!

Oh. Did I say anything about my new haircut? The free one? Well, it took an hour and 15 minutes. I spent the first 5 sitting on the couch filling out a survey (sample question: What do you like about your current hairstyle?) and drinking a green tea from a shot glass. Next 10 minutes were spent having a consultation with my stylist. She basically asked the same questions as the questionnaire, and I gave her the same answers. I wasn't very helpful. After the consultation she told me what she was going to do. Which was basically a trim.

Next up I went over to have my hair washed by a first year apprentice. She was very green. Only a couple of weeks in. She was very thorough with the hair wash though. It also included a massage. The whole time she was asking me about finger pressure and whether she'd missed any parts. She also told me about how she has spent the past 4 years working on Christmas Day at the Cheesecake Shop. I wouldn't have thought that they would be open. Apparently they are.

Half an hour later I got up from the basin and headed back to a chair in front of the mirror. There I was told that there had been a change in plan and that the stylist had been talking to someone more senior who had made some suggestions. The senior girl came over and went through what was going to happen. She explained it to the stylist, and said, "You know, kind of like Dave Grohl's hair."

"Dave Grohl?"

"Yeah, Dave Grohl. From the Foo Fighters. You know."

"Uhh... No?"

So the girl who was cutting my hair didn't know what it was supposed to look like and she didn't know who Dave Grohl is. She looked about 20, so I don't know what's up with that. She didn't look like she lived under a rock, but you never know.

The stylist started cutting my hair, then after about 10 minutes she didn't know what to do. So we spent the next ten minutes waiting for the senior stylist to finish up with her client. Then the senior stylist spent ten minutes cutting my hair and then I walked out the door.

In all, the haircut was worth what I paid for it. It really doesn't look any different to the way that it did before I went in there. It's just a little bit less thick. And it was exceptionally clean.

Not anymore though.