decisions decisions

Well, got to my car this morning to find that there was a magpie hovering around the driver's window, continually pecking it and making a squealing sound every now and then. I'm not sure what sparked it, the car isn't exciting at all. Nothing worth fluttering around and pecking at. I have bad memories of being attacked by birds when I was younger... Luckily the bird flew away after a couple of minutes, so I was all good.

Meanwhile, I am terrible when it comes to making decisions. Which makes shopping interesting, although I am susceptible to many cases of impulsive buying. Bought a shirt on Tuesday, and I don't really know whether it looks good or not. The two salesgirls just kept suggesting things to try on and then judged whether it looked good or not - girls tend to be good at that kind of thing. Eventually I bought the one that they liked the best. I did observe the prices though, to see if they were screwing me over and upselling me, but what I found was that the one that they liked most at the end was cheaper than others. So I guess I can't complain with it too much.

When I got my hair cut on Monday, I realised that I didn't like it all that much - it seemed too short. Admittedly I was probably too used to the sight of a mass of hair on my head lately, but I still think it was too much on the short side. Oh well, I guess it will grow back eventually. You know how they get out the mirror at the end to show you what your cut looks looks like from all angles, and ask you what you think? I am curious to see how the hairdresser (well, technically I was at a barber, though she was female... can I still call her a barber, or is that a bit weird?) would've reacted if I had told her that it was too short? Its hardly like there's anything she can do to fix that. I remember I once said it was still too long for my liking and asked if they could cut it a little more, and they seemed fine with that. But that was because there was something they could do about it, and it didn't take that long.