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( My New Hair! )

That's in the bathroom mirror, but you know.

It's a little weird because I keep playing with my bangs, which I haven't had in about ten years. It feels a little soccer momish to me right now and I'm not sure why, but I think that'll be better once I color it (a little bit darker red than the last two times) and can play with it a little bit. But I like it, I really do.

Leslie (the hairstylist) was ~*amazed*~ at how much hair I have, especially compared to my mom (she cuts my mom's hair too). It's true. I have a lot of hair. It's thick and naturally curly and comes from my dad's side of the family. My mom swears up and down that me, my grandma, and my Aunt Wendy could be triplets. You know, if it weren't the fifty years separating me and my grandmother and the thirty separating me and my Aunt Wendy (who is actually my dad's cousin, but you know how that goes - everyone in that generation is an aunt or uncle no matter what their actual relation to you is).

Plans have been finalized for thinkatory and raven22 to come here in July, and I will still get to work that week previous and get a little money in my pocket. Awesome.

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I'm just really unhappy right now.

- My mom had a Lia Sophia party tonight, which is like Pampered Chef but even more useless because it's jewelry. Which of course excuses her from telling me she wasn't planning on dinner and now I have a huge headache because I haven't eaten anything except, oh, a small fry from Wendy's all day.
- She kept insisting on running in here and showing me all the ~*jewelry*~. I couldn't say I don't care enough times.
- Did I mention the headache?
- Also, this is about the fourth or fifth day in a row where thinkatory's internet and/or Tril or my Tril has been fucking with us. I WANT TO TALK TO MY FRIENDS, YOU FUCKS.
- Speaking of, Bee, I don't know if you can see this or no, but Kitty got your e-mail.
- And headache.

I'm going to go hunt for food in the kitchen and passive-aggressively not say a word when my mom asks what I'm looking for. Or maybe I'll just say, "Dinner." Yeah. I can be a bitch when I want to, and when I haven't eaten, I want to.

My hair's still pretty cute though. I can't decide if I want to color it tomorrow or Thursday after I have my banquet training.