Monday, November 9, 2009

banana head.




that's what i should be called.

because my beautiful orange hair is no more.

let me take you through this a little more chronologically:

monday: no fast food for a week begins.
jeff had this hair-brained scheme that abstaining from fast food and chilis would save us money. tell that to my $80 gorcery receipt.

tuesday: i got a friggin' 60 on my algebra test. a 60! with a note card!
but to be fair the best grade in the class was an 85.
still, i kinda wanted to pass this class.

wednesday: totally ditched astronomy for a little.. uh... exploration with jeff. which was... painful. but i also went to the library and paid $3 for them to make me a new library card. ($3 to print off a barcode and tape it to a card, they didn't even laminate it!)

thursday: decided to dye my orange hair purple and pink for the upcoming alice in wonderland photoshoot (under construction for over a year)

friday: back to the library, checked out the LAST sookie stackhouse book, and read the whole thing at work. GRR! NEED MAS SOOKIE!

saturday: woke up at 7am with a splitting headache and a sore throat via a terrible dream about work. went to the library to get a new book only to find it closed at 3pm!! i had to go to goodwill and buy a book. which isn;t so bad, but i just got that stoopid new card..
picked up the great gatsby and went to work. got sicker, and sicker, and sicker. had to leave early.

sunday: more bad dreams and thusly very little sleep. called into work. crashed on the couch to family guy woke up during the man in the iron mask. and then i couldn't sleep.
so i dyed a few sections of hair violet and pink but it didn't look right with the orange so i frustrated-ly coated my whole head in bleach with a very unsettling result.

so now i think i'm sick beacuse of my lack of bad-for-you food and lack of girlie literature.

geez. oh and jeff said my hair looks like the inside of a pumokin, except it doesn;t smell bad or have seeds, so i'm the perfect pumpkin.
joy.

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