My hair isn't blue anymore. Then again, it isn't purple either. It's very bubblegum pink. With some bits of lilac, and some white stripes in it. Oh, and what was once black is now a dark brown. Ultimately, I like it. A lot. I just had my heart set on that purple. Oh well.

*Note* Gogol Bordello icon. Isn't he cute?

I got the blue bleached out of my hair. Now, it's a dead, frizzy, mostly-white-but-with-some-blue-and-green mess. I wouldn't mind it so much if it weren't for the fact that WE CAN'T FIND THE PURPLE DYE!!! I've been calling up every Sally's in a ten mile radius and none of them have this color. Which ultimately makes me want to use it even more. If ( Read more... )

I changed my mind. I really want to see Clerks 2. Apparently there is some independant-ish stuff in there. I love Kevin Smith. I love the idea that they wrote in a Jesus-loving character. How could they possibly have thought that would work? Jesus + Kevin Smith movie = ... I don't even know. I hate Rosario Dawson, but I have a feeling that I'm ( Read more... )

Oh my GOD! I can't believe that Milan got voted off the fashion island. It's the second episode, for fuck's sake. He had potential. Not to mention a cool (if fake) accent. Besides the lady with the crazy bone structure, he was the only one I liked. Poo.

I finally found out what the name of the boy from CSI that I love is. Eric. Szmanda. That's the most amazing last name I've ever heard. Well, I haven't actually heard it, and I haven't the slightest idea how it might be pronounced, but it sure looks like a hard one. What a fucking fox. If you happen to see a rerun of CSI Las Vegas, keep in mind ( Read more... )

ARGH! A bit of my soul has been dying every day that I didn't have my beloved internet! My life is getting far too pathetic ( Read more... )

"Faces. A searingly realistic portrait of middle-class marriage." This movie is so...me. It was made in 1968. Black and white. And the cameraman wasn't too qualified. It's like Ghost World but older and with more characters and plot twists. It's so very 60s. All beehives and liquid eyeliner. I wish, oh, how I wish that I could have been there.

There ( Read more... )

Only in America could there be a holiday specifically for blowing up cheap chemicals in your driveway and getting drunk. And yelling, "Woohoo!" a lot. That seems to be a really important aspect of the fourth of July.

I took a really long walk in my sub to see the fireworks that the rich people wee shooting off. It was nice. For about five seconds. ( Read more... )

Mmm...soup. Food helps. It really does.

So I went for a walk today. A long walk. I don't know how long it was as far as miles, but I was walking for two hours. Walking is good. I went from my house to twenty-two mile road to card and back to twenty-three before Bob picked me up.

I spent the night at Courtney's last Thursday night. That was fun. Until ( Read more... )

Yesterday was pretty uneventful. I got kind of loopy at the old house and walked barefoot through the grass and picked flowers. No joke. That's what I did all day yesterday ( Read more... )