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Tomorrow I'm dying my hair red. Not bright red, as I originally planned, because I would have to bleach my hair first, and I am reluctant to do that - especially on my attempt to mess with hair product. I'd probably end up burning my skin or something equally awful. I'm not terribly excited about dying my hair, because taking the dogs for walks and spending time in the sunlight has already given the top layer of my hair a blonde tint that makes it look like I have highlights, but hey - ya do what ya gotta do for friends.
But I'm looking forward to seeing what it looks like and seeing how people react and meeting new people. I tend to think that people don't pay much attention to me when they first me, because I'm not particularly interesting-looking. It's only after I perform that they think, "I say, this bird's rather charismatic, isn't she, Jeeves?" (Yes, I imagine that people speak to themselves as if they were Bertie Wooster talking to Jeeves.) Looking boring is something of a security blanket for me, because it ensures that no one notices me unless I want them to. But I think I finally have the confidence to want to command attention. I know it should be the opposite; I know you shouldn't want to attract attention if you're secure with yourself, but I tend to do things backwards, so it fits me.
So. D-Day. Pictures will be provided.