Do blondes really have more fun?
I thought I'd post. I have actually been wanting to lately.
Since there's such a huge gap in my posts, of course there's some stuff that's happened. A lot. I can post more later, but a recap of my life: The Boy [I'm tired of calling him my Ex, since he's obviously not anymore] told me he's falling in love with me; I went to 2 more NIN shows [Columbus and Fort Wayne], which turned out to be my 2 worst concert experiences ever, though not due to the awesome performance; got tickets to 2 more NIN shows [you know, the last EVAR]; survived almost a week without power in the horribly cold and bleak ice storm; entered some art competitions for once, instead of complaining that I wasn't good enough; working on my art seriously for once; cut my hair quite short again [my sister and I were watching Aeon Flux and after it finished I was like, "Okay, I'm gonna go cut my hair now!" She gets so scared when I do that shit, haha]; I'm blonde for the moment. Wait, what? I had my sister bleach my roots as usual, but she smeared it all over my head and I could have been Rutger Hauer's stunt double in Blade Runner after we got done..so I kept it. For now, I guess.
Which brings me to my rambling of the day: Do blondes really have more fun? In the past month or so that I've been one, I have to say, resoundingly, no. And also, I'm convinced there's something strange about me. Even when I'm dressed normally, people still look at me like I have pink hair. Wtf is up with this? Amusing, nonetheless.
For your viewing pleasure: Blonde
Cherry Lips
I do have to say, though, it affords me to opportunity to make myself up like a French whore the way I've always wanted to [red lipstick never really agreed with me before]. One of my friends said it made me look "cheery". Right.
Since there's such a huge gap in my posts, of course there's some stuff that's happened. A lot. I can post more later, but a recap of my life: The Boy [I'm tired of calling him my Ex, since he's obviously not anymore] told me he's falling in love with me; I went to 2 more NIN shows [Columbus and Fort Wayne], which turned out to be my 2 worst concert experiences ever, though not due to the awesome performance; got tickets to 2 more NIN shows [you know, the last EVAR]; survived almost a week without power in the horribly cold and bleak ice storm; entered some art competitions for once, instead of complaining that I wasn't good enough; working on my art seriously for once; cut my hair quite short again [my sister and I were watching Aeon Flux and after it finished I was like, "Okay, I'm gonna go cut my hair now!" She gets so scared when I do that shit, haha]; I'm blonde for the moment. Wait, what? I had my sister bleach my roots as usual, but she smeared it all over my head and I could have been Rutger Hauer's stunt double in Blade Runner after we got done..so I kept it. For now, I guess.
Which brings me to my rambling of the day: Do blondes really have more fun? In the past month or so that I've been one, I have to say, resoundingly, no. And also, I'm convinced there's something strange about me. Even when I'm dressed normally, people still look at me like I have pink hair. Wtf is up with this? Amusing, nonetheless.
For your viewing pleasure: Blonde
Cherry Lips
I do have to say, though, it affords me to opportunity to make myself up like a French whore the way I've always wanted to [red lipstick never really agreed with me before]. One of my friends said it made me look "cheery". Right.