Aug 02, 2004 22:49
Everyone had their own agenda for my hair. The votes came in and they parted with red and black. So I gave you all the middle finger and dyed it blonde. I'm not going to let my boyfriend decide, or my best friend, or just my weird friend Stacy, or any other of you fuckers..
There's this whole.. identifying process I'm going through. For instance, this morning, on my way to work, I was a total scrub. I was wearing this oversized tshirt, dumb blue cargo shorts and my hair was totally sticking out in the worst way, with black and orange roots.
There's a HUGE difference in how people treat you when you're attractive, and just while I was on my way to work, I felt so uncomfortable with my appearance, even just taking the train. The way people look at you, and whether or not they let you walk in front of them.. dumb little things that add up to really make you know where you are. Are you with them or with us? I guess.
There are some "confident" people who totally deny this and write it off as shallow, however, that is because they're either always looking decent or always scrubby.
Anyway, continuing on with my stupid story, after I got my hair done, and it was nice and sleek and blonde, and I wore some makeup and changed my clothes, things were fine. I don't know what to say. Blahh. I know this is all going to be taken wrong.
Tallies:
Pro blonde - Tina, Parentals, Teresa, Danny
Anti blonde - Rich
Wow, sums it up. Hasta bebes