swag.

Hey people, what's going on? I guess it's nothing much (people who have much going on don't read blogs. Or write 'em - says a lot about me, sadly). Hah, tomorrow, I'm going on a little trip to Bern (capital city of switzerland, for the ones that think they have too much swag for school). My brother who is sorta overly-intelligent has made a prject-week with something, like, nano-tecnology - whatever, I don't get it anyway. That means, that I don't have to go to school tomorrow afternoon (talking 'bout too much swag)! I wanted it to be a surprise, but yesterday I texted my brother and well...like I already said, I'm not the intelligent part of the family, sigh. Okay, yea, I told him, but he still doesn't know that I've gotten the permission to go, so it'll still kinda be a surprise. Anyway. Guess what's happening next wednesday? Jojo guessed that the pope is going to get dip dye. Wrong. I am. Awesome, right? I just hope that, 1. my hair is long enouth, and 2. the hairdresser isn't going to mess it up. Here, have a conversation between me and the hairdresser:

Me: "Hi, I wanted to ask if you could do dip dye?"
Girl: "Ehm...dip-whaaaat?"
Me: "That's when you only dye the end of your hair"
Girl: "Aaah, okay. Yeah, I could do that."
Me: "Also in some...cool colours?"
Girl: "Well yea, I could find a very awesome blond or..."
Me: "No, I mean, like, colours. Purple or something."
Girl: "Purp...ah, yeah, of course. I can do that"
Me: "Have you done that before?"
Girl: "Well, I know how to dye hair, so it's going to be okay."
Me: "Fiiiiiiine. Well then, see ya."

Maybe you'll understand now why I'm nervous. Or freaking scared. I guess I'm uploading some pics when I've done it. Not if it's a disaster, then, the world doesn't deserve to see me. See ya, fellow pugtatoes!