suddenly i just felt that i really, really wanted to make a silver glitter crown and wear in the morning. the idea felt so important that i actually delayed sleep 15 minutes while i found my christmas silver garland, cut off a piece and tied it to a circle tight enough to stay put on my head.

when i woke up yesterday i found the glitter crown in the bathroom, waiting for me. i shook my head, surpressed a giggle and once again promised myself never to listen to 1 am impulses and left it in a little pile on the floor.

and then. this morning. brushing my wet hair. it just seemed so.. right. hrm. so, um, yes. if you see a dork walking around with a metallic silver garland wrapped around her head looking like she doesn't realise how out of place it looks, that might be me.

it's actually sort of thick and warm. i can see it at the top of my vision. it makes my forehead sort of itch, and if i tilt my head back fast it hits my hair with a scrungy sound. i like it.

i was a bit hesitant to leave the apartement with it on, though. i'm not sure what i was afraid of, but people pointing and laughing did cross my mind. but they didn't. in fact, the few people who have said anything about it have been positive, albeit puzzled, and they've all asked me the same thing:

"what is your statement?"

huh? statement? none seem content with 'because i felt like it' and that sort of bug me. don't people do things without an ulterior motive anymore? is everything we say and do laced with a deep, serious purpose? bah. i feel like i should think up some great causes and keep in my wallet for times like this.

"no, i didn't dye my hair [insert colour] because i felt like it and wanted to see how it would look, i am trying to draw attention to the homeless."

"no, i don't have 'lollipop' written on a label on my chest because i felt like it, i want more people to vote."

"no, i'm not wearing mismatched socks because i never pair my socks back up after washing them, i'm renouncing fashion as we know it."

"no, i don't type in lower-case because i feel like it, i am trying to make a statement against tobacco."

"no, i did not cover the skin on my face with shiny glitter because i felt like it, i am making a statement against ugly coloured cars."

"no, i am not wearing a glitter crown because i felt like it, i am trying to make people aware of santa-power."

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jessica in my room last friday. yey :) and yes, my wall is that cluttered. it's mostly ticket stubs, multi-coloured xmas lights and a few random nametags. oh, and 3 large tori amos posters ;) the visible poster is from clay pigeons, which i still claim is a good movie. not soul-shaking, but good. evil vince vaughn. mmmm.

it's weird seeing jessica posing by my wall and my little things. not a bad weird, though. not at all. neither is the nifty little banner she made me today that is now on display on my front page until i get harrassed by weirdos.

and no. 'star' isn't a statement either. hehe.

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for the first time in weeks i started and finished reading a book in less than 24 hours. i suppose it only being 224 pages helped too, as well as the fact that it was a stephen king book ('the girl who loved tom gordon'). yey! (liked it, yes) i expect the next book on my list will get a similar treatment ('exquisite corpse' by poppy z. brite. my first poppy book!)

mmmmMMmmm. reeeading.

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