i have moments where the big head (this could get naughty... ugh) is reeling and acting all kinds of strange and is being obnoxiously loud and then the small head is speaking in the background asking what all the racket is about. it's almost amusing if it wasn't so confusing. ooh. a rhyme. :)

still sort of figuring out where things are heading. if i was camping i'd say i'm on the path leading into the woods unfolding the map and checking that i have my compass and witch repellant. if i was eating i would say i'm chewing on a breadroll and sipping water while reading the menu. if i was reading this i... wouldn't. read, that is. hah.

no, really - if i wasn't me, i wouldn't be reading this because it makes my eye roll, rapidly. if my eyes could make noises other than squishy (uh..) they would be snorting as well. gee, black background for whiny entries. how original. oh, look. droopy pictures and lyrics. sniffle. get OVER IT ALREADY! i don't do that when i read most other people's journals, though, so i suppose that's okay. deal.

there are all these things i forgot to mention. now is good. like how i finally saw galaxy quest. now, if you were my bus driver, i would then say: "giiiiirl, it was h'LArious, you better get your ass to the theater!" but since you are not, i'll simply say "go see it. it's funny." no, really. it is. and it has sam rockwell in it. and some of the funniest aliens i have seen in years. no - i can't describe them. see for yourself.

i dyed my hair deep pink. no, it is a big deal. it's the first time i have dyed it since august. i also haven't cut my hair in a year and a half. true, my hair grows slower than kojak's, but it is officially past my shoulders. i can sweep hair out of my face and over my shoulder, and it stays there. very big deal.

my hair is a huge source of joy to me right now. two years of short hair now seem nuts to me. what was i thinking? it's not that i didn't enjoy it, and that the change wasn't necessary at the time, but whoa. it's back. it's almost like i'm getting my real identity back. clark kent had his window glass eyewear,: i have my raggedy past the shoulders length dyed hair. and i love it.

i love falling asleep with my hair in a mess around my shoulders and over my arm as i lay on the pillows. i love having a use for scrunchees and pink hair clips again. i love having a valid reason for wrapping a large towel around my wet hair and twisting it into a turban with most of the hair alongside it inside.

and. i absolutely, positively adore my purple pink pretty hair. hah. i must admitt i am less taken with my seemingly permanently pink-stained hands, though, but but but...

it's the small things. ah well. time to put this soggy entry with droopy lyrics, droopy image, cliché black background up. i'll even enjoy it, unexplicably. hah. :)