Like A Catattack

My hair is such a WEIRD colour right now. Like, I seriously look almost exactly like Vespasian. What's even weirder, is that the red is washing away a bit and the pink is kind of eating through in some places... so apart from being this awkward ginger colour, it's pink ginger. At least it isn't purple anymore.

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Her Name Is Noel; She Rings My Bell

Today I woke up super early for me and promptly fell back to sleep. My mother bribed me into going to breakfast with a promise of hair gel. We went to a cafe with the grands and I had the most epic tofu scramble ever. It had avacado and tomatoes in it; I'll be wanting more tomorrow.

After breakfast, my mother and I walked to Long's to get hairshit. I literally ran into my uncle and cousin while strolling around looking at the floor which was super awkward. After we were done shopping, we went outside to wait to be picked up by my grandma. While we were out waiting, some 40 year old loser who hated life decided to give me hair advice. He was like, "You should grow out the back blah, blah, blah and wear your 'hawk like that." I ignored him and he kept talking loudly at me while locking his bike up. He clearly didn't understand that his advice was unwelcome.

Any normal person would get the clue to STFU, but this freak didn't seem to get it. Oh well. Anyway, he basically said that I should wear it in a mullhawk, "hey 90's I miss you! come back!" ...Lying. Please don't. I hate it when people refer to a mohawk as a "hawk" just like I hate it when people call tattoos "tats". It sounds retarded and besides, it's a hairstyle and tribe of indigenous peoples; not a bird. I personally prefer to do it up English and call it a mohican. The man's loud suggestions honestly made me laugh my ass off. I suppose this was rude, but so was he.

On his way into the store, finally, he goes, "Believe it or not, I used to call myself gutter punk. I still wear the colours." As soon as the doors closed behind him my mother turns to me and completely deadpan, says, "He used to be gutter punk. Aren't you impressed?" I literally collapsed on the ground laughing. I really did almost pee. My mother is hilarious; and I was highly un-impressed. On his way back out of the shop, he decided to address my mother. "Mom, don't worry, this phase she's in will pass. I dropped out of it after about ten years." As if my mother was remotely ashamed of me. And there is no "phase" that I'm in. I enjoy having unique hair is all. I don't label myself anything as I neither believe in labels nor think I fit under any that exist. Clearly he hated his life and was jealous that I was so comfortable. I suppose he thought I was trying to rebel. I was just a bit of a rebel when I was 17 since I wasn't allowed to do certain things. Being 18 I just do whatever I want and am allowed to anyway, so it's no rebellion. How sad and pathetic this man was.

He took it just a step too far though when he was riding away, calling back, "Lay off the drugs." How fucking dare anyone make assumptions like that about me based on my hair. Just because I'm relaxed and comfortable about myself does not at all mean that I'm on drugs since I'm not angry at the world like he probably was. I mean, yeah, I do hate quite a few people, but that's because as a whole, I think people are stupid, and I'm kind of a genius. Not my fault. I shouted back, "I'm straight-edge, thanks!" Which really isn't true, but it's better than saying, "I rarely smoke pot and I drink responsibly!" besides, I was wearing a shirt that said, "Kiss me. I don't smoke." Durr... fucking hate morons.

After that lovely incident, an excellent woman talked to me about my awesome hair, asked if I was in cosmetology school, which I'm going to be, and said, "Don't worry; I'll run him over when I leave." I gave her a hug. Grandma took my mother and I to a vegan bakery which was aces high. I got short bread and cupcakes, then we picked up my cousin. I watched Home Alone 3 which is the funniest Christmas movie ever.

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Whenever I Want You, All I Have To Do Is Dream

So this morning I woke up at a decent hour and got dressed in a flash and ran out to the car and we drove up to Boulder Creek to get our nails done. Mine are dark blue with sparkles; pretty ace.

Anyway, on the way back, I decided I wanted my hair done. We had Mexican for lunch, well, I had chips. Then we went to the redwood forrest for a little bit and didn't walk around since it was too cold, but I climbed up on this huge sign and my mom took my picture on it.

We got back into town and stopped off at the local cosmetology school to see if I could get my hair done. I could! This hot metal chick named Grace did my hair. She had some ace tattoos, including a huge elaborate spade right over her throat. She said she had gotten some Johnny Thunders lyrics on her ribs and that hurt so badly that everything else is a walk in the park. I don't care. I still want Psalm 23 down the right side of my ribcage and something else on the other side as well.

I guess I've decided to fuck it all, because I've got my hawk back. Haha... I can't seem to stay away from it. I love it though. The whole process took three hours! First she shaved it back into a hawk because it was uneven and the sides had gotten long. Anyway, we bleached it all out, died the top red, coon-tailed the fringe red and black, and then put black zebra stripes on the sides. It's aces high and a half. Pictures coming later. Anyway, my online buddy Kate came in while I was looking super dorky with foil all in my face so we finally got to meet which was totally stellar. She was great.

Anyway, I hung out at home on facebook for a bit before discovering that my sort-of aunt Pat died yesterday morning. I was horrified because it was totally unexpected, I'm basically half a world away right now, and she really helped raise me. She and my mum were roommates in nursing school before they started dating and then they were best friends after that. But we haven't been as close in recent years, but when my "cousin" Jesse and I were young, we always went over there Christmas afternoon. I'm really going to miss her. She was always a lot of fun when we did see each other. Mum and I are going to the funeral since I'll be back by then.

I made some fierce bread pudding while talking on the phone to my awkward uncle Dave. He's so great. I haven't talked to him in forever, but we really get each other and when I'm home, I'll be calling him a lot I think since it's free as we both have Verizon, besides, he's really a laugh. He's a guitar player/computer programer and a total paranoid pessimist. I love him. Anyway, he's coming for Christmas which should be really great. I'm excited!

I'm totally jet lagged still, which I'm pretty stoked about because I'd rather not adjust to this time zone, thank you very much. I'll be sleeping now.

Only You Can Make Every New Day Seem So New

It's still freezing, which is an excellent sign. I can't wait until there is enough snow to go snowboarding. I only went once last winter... a very depressing thought considering my excellent board. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and I've only gotten to use it twice.

Every New Day, by Five Iron Frenzy is currently fueling my brain. It reminds me of Ben... I miss him. I wish I had gotten to see him in Grand Rapids when I was there last week. Oh well. This song is so amazing... as is the band. Ska is so badass.

So this morning I woke up super late... like... 11:45 because I stayed up hideously late last night. Until about 5 am. I'll be going to bed earlier tonight. But anyway, after I was awake, I went to Alex's house to cut and dye her hair for her. I gave her this pretty cool layered look and took off an inch or so from the bottom, she seemed to really like it, which was good.

After that, we had adventures in bleaching and then I showed her the music video for Situations, which is always fun. After that, we went to my parents' house for a mo. and then went back to her house to dye her hair purple. When we were done with hers, we decided to dye mine too. Purple mohawk. Hell. Yes.

I went back to my parents' house to get food and then bring the rest of my boxes upstairs. After I was done, I came back home. Since it's a Saturday night, I might listen to the Bay City Rollers and drink rum... but I'll probably just sleep.

Green Haired Monster

Bon soir

Today I woke up and decided that I want another tattoo. Yeah... I just got one yesterday, but whatever. I like getting tattoos. I like tattoos in general. I like the way they look. I like the way they feel. I like them. I'm probably going to get one of those sleek new batman symbols on my right inner wrist. Maybe my right arm will end up as a sleeve of myself. I already have XIII on my inner forearm.

I woke up at like... 10 this morning and went to my parents' house to drive my mom to the bank. We came back home, and I made sandwiches and then slept on the couch until 3, when I drove my mom to the airport. She's going to Arizona for a friend's birthday. It's 90 degrees there. I am only jealous of the fact that if I had been able to go, I would have gotten to go riding every day I was there. I miss riding every day.

After the airport, I went back home and figured out what time the Forever In A Day concert was, then called up some people to go with me, but no one could. Thanks guys. So I drove out to Waterford, which took about an hour, and then I totally flipped and didn't want to go by myself, so tomorrow, Carol and I are going to their concert in Lansing.

I went to the mall after that. I bought temporary green hair dye, key caps, the movie 'Hocus Pocus', and the Silverstein album 'When Broken Is Easily Fixed' which is actually very impressive, because I don't buy CD's. I think they are a waste of money. Why buy something that you can get online for free? But I love the CD and I'm terribly happy with it.

When I got back to my parents' house, I realized that I had left the cord to my computer at home, so I went back and got it, as well as my friend's folder that she left at my house. I watched Hocus Pocus while eating a ridiculous amount of ramen... three packages.

I'm going to dye my hair after I finish this... but I'm kinda tired, so maybe I'll just put a movie on and go to sleep.