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do you love me now that i can dance?

have that song stuck obnoxiously in my head ever since it randomly crossed my mind a few days ago... i remember a mini-paradigm shift i had some time in jr. high school or so when i realized the central character of that peppy peppy song was in fact rather a sorry fellow. if she didn't love him before, dancing ability should not properly make a difference - so the reply to his full-scale song and dance number would probably be "no." kind of funny on the one hand, but also, i thought at the time, rather deep. ha.

now i just want it to get out of my head. it's that and tmbg's "the statue got me high" - over and over again... am trying to encourage tmbg to take over fully, at least for now.

so yes. hair dying this morning, salient points:

- 2 oranges for breakfast

- got there around 10:10 and didn't get seen till after 11

- those neck-straining sinks you have to lean your head back into... there was nothing interesting on the ceiling, just plain stucco. i spent so much time like that during various rinsing/washing/waiting proceedures while they tried to get as much of the purple out as possible. for lack of anything to do i started playing around with the floaties in my eyes - the little dark spots that move swimmingly through your vision as you look about. tried to focus on them, control their movement, map which dark spots belonged to which eye... good times, that.

- hair-washing-person called me "sweetie." i always wonder if they do that because i'm special or if they just call everyone sweetie... deep inside i like to think they notice and appreciate how hard i try to hold my head up myself when they're rinsining the hair at the nape of my neck. cause after a long time of waiting with your head leaning back into those sinks with no neck support, your ability to hold your head up under your own power goes right out the window... feels like trying to lever up a grapefruit on a drinking straw. but i still try really hard - actually, i think in general i'm a bit overeager to please those workaday professional types - opening my mouth extra-wide as long as possible for dentist-aide-people, feeling such pride when nurses giving me shots tell me i have lovely big veins, etc, etc. but the hair-washing-lady also smiled at me a lot, so i think maybe she called me sweetie cause she liked me. *pathetic grin*

- hairdye lady called my purple "tenacious." i was rooting for it.

- after all the washes and rinses, my hair came out this fantastic bright hot pink color intermittantly streaked with tenacious purple and blonde... it looked hot, i tell you. i got to blow dry it myself cause the poor overworked hairdye lady had to dash off to try and figure out what in hell would be able to cover it. kept grinning.

- hairdye lady suggested we not go with plain brown, but use reddishness as well to try and blend over the crazywild pink. everything that has transpired has done so according to my design.

- i got to sit under one of those bizarre hair drying contraptions that has a plastic half-bubble affixed over a chair and you sit in it and read women's magazines while it blows hot air about your head. the chair next to me was empty, though, so i didn't get the full communal nature of the experience. and i stank of chemicals, too, and kept thinking about that quick-drying hairspray that killed so many people cause its vapors sank instead of rose. people would pass out in hair salons because of it, way back when, and the worried hairpeople would lay them down on the floor to let the blood return to their heads but the little cloud of poisonous vapours let off by the hair chemicals would just sit on the floor around the passed out person's head and they'd never wake up. so they banned hair chemicals with vapours that sink instead of rise. but my little rising vapours were hanging out in the hot little bubble with me and stinking to high heaven.

- after i was released from the blow-drying chair, met back up with the hairdye lady for a second coat of dye. she stank too, cause she'd taken a cigarette break while i was busy fumigating. blecch!

- finished, hair looked good, had to guess at how much to tip the lady cause i had no idea. i must become more worldly one of these days.

so now i'm a dark deep reddish-brown. i look like a bit of a stranger to myself, perhaps even more so even than when i first got the purple, just cause it's so dark, and also my hair's being funny and lying flat because the lady styled it. and i smell. but it's all good...

might have to start wearing more eye makeup as my eyes seem to get a bit lost in the paleness below the darkness. dunno. weirdness.

- came home around 2 or 3 having eaten only oranges all day - silly hairstuff took *forever*

now i'm lightheaded and fumearomariffic and so hungry i haven't much of a taste for anything. besides big kats, and i'm too poor and too healthy to consume a lot of those (in one sitting). must nurse myself back to energy so i can throw together some special effects and go to parties tonight and write a philosophy paper and do art and update my lighting journal. i'd rather lie down by a heater with my nose buried in something that smells decent and go to sleep. but i won't... i'm such a trooper.

p.s. fatespawn is supercool. and he got a new fire-bellied newt today!