December 28th, 2003

Amak Axver

Lost money and dyed hair. What a combination!

Um, so. Ever lost $200?

Conversation with my father this evening on the phone (we'd been talking about our respective Christmas presents and got round to what he sent me);
Dad: So what do you plan on doing with the rest of the present?
Me: The ... huh?
Dad: The money.
Me: Money?
Dad: Yes, the money I sent you, in the card.
Me: There ... was no card. What money?
Dad: In the package. Don't tell me you've lost it.
Me: But there was no money. There wasn't a card in the package.
Dad: Well now you've lost $200.
Me: I'll look for it.
Dad: You better find it.

It was worse than that, actually, but you get the idea. I emptied the package he sent me for Christmas, and it contained the following contents;
- Newspaper clippings about LotR.
- Two CDs Dad had forgotten to wrap.
- Two wrapped presents.
That was IT. There was no envelope containing a card and money. IT WASN'T THERE. I ran my hand through the packaging, Mum did a visual check, and it was empty. It's not ANYWHERE. It didn't fall out, it wasn't hidden in the clippings, HE DID NOT SEND IT. Or if he did, it somehow did not get here. There was no $200. Both Mum and I can testify that I took out all of the contents and there was no envelope. We both would have noticed if there was.

GRR. I could've really used that money, too. I'm so pissed off. He's going to accuse me and get REALLY angry, but he should have known better - he knows not to send money by post, he knows to put it directly into my bank account, and this is really his own stupid fault.

I also realise how hypocritical it is for me to want money when I'm one of the biggest promoters of the "money is the root of all evil" position, but while I hate it, money is necessary. Just because I think it's the root of all evil doesn't mean I can't want and need it. It seems like the only way to overcome money is with money. The need for money gets in the way of all good deeds - you need money to go to Africa, you need money to pay for petrol to get to those in need in your own country, you need money just to buy food for the starving and shelter for the homeless - and it's bloody infuriating. It's a vicious cycle, really.

On a more positive note, I dyed my hair. Blue. Good bob it's crazy. I feel like a bloody clown! But I like it. It works with my afro-in-the-making. No, I don't think I'll grow an afro, but I like my hair how it is. I'll take a photo and get that scanner of mine fixed. Stupid freaking thing. But wow, my hair looks cool and insane and silly and mad, all at the same time. Go the blue!

I actually like my hair coloured. It accentuates my albino skin and I'm all for weird contrasts. Don't know why Sam's so against me dyeing my hair ... he reckons I look stupid. I guess you all can be the judge of that when I eventually get photos up.

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