Ring-a-ding-ding

I feel slightly better about the Hofstra deal. Why? Yes, the hour of sobbing, puffy eyes, red face, chocolate and Lost discs helped, but I talked to Dave tonight and apparently he doesn't have the $17,000 either...basically, he's starving until he gets his tuition paid. How awesome is that? Is it bad to bask in others' misery? No, when you're going through the same thing. I don't feel as hopeless now. Oy. I'm still angered and slightly irritated at the whole deal, but at least now I dont feel like the only one who this has happened to. Maybe it will work out? Not sure, but when I talk to my mom this morning, maybe I'll just tell her what HAS to be done, not what she wants to do. I just want to go to school and not worry. I really don't want to commute because that would be hella shitty. I don't know. We'll see.

In an effort to make me feel better, Mel got off of work and we went to Pathmark. We hit up the hair dye aisle, looking for new colors that would look good in her hair. She jokingly asks (but she was serious) what color we were going to dye my hair, and I told her that I only use Sun-in to lighten it but I can't find it anywhere. As those words leave my mouth, she sees a bottle of it and pulls it off the shelf. Just one of those moments. It's like that time Britt, Andrew, Jen and I were in Wal-Mart, sifting through the 2 for $10 DVD's, and Jen said that she'd just die if she found Interview with a Vampire. As she said it, Andrew found it just laying there and casually (in a smug way) said, "You mean this movie?" Yeah. It's just one of those moments. Anywho, I normally wouldn't (nor can I really afford to buy) Sun-in, but I had a shitty fucking day, and I bought it anyway. When Dave signed off, I got to work on my hair. I missed having lighter hair. Every year my hair gets progressively darker and I feel it's way too serious for me. Not to mention that it drained out my skin and made me look pale all of the time...as if the British/ Irish/ Scottish combo didn't do that enough. So now my hair is lighter. It's not bright blonde, but its lighter. It's all I wanted. I'm refraining from using the whole fucking bottle; I'm tempted to do so. It's like going overboard with tweezing...you just don't want to stop. But I'm holding off until at least tomorrow when I can rationally assess the damage I have caused to my luscious hair. Then maybe in a week, I'll go lighter again. A song was once written for me by "someone" and they mentioned how my hair matched my eyes and it was pretty. Well, my eyes and hair match even more. Meaning that my eyes are dirty blonde or my hair is hazel. I'm not sure.

I have no Lost discs to watch without disturbing Melany for them. I have no new books to read and feed my imagination. My eyes don't feel like watching something dumb on TV. Eh, that's probably what I'll wind up doing. Maybe I'll put 44 on and watch some cool shit.

Wow, I'm sure this blog was hella boring for all of you to read. Absolutely pointless with little humor in it to make you want to read. I apologize.

I'm gonna entertain myself...somehow. I'm sure I'll find something, eh? ;)

G'nite

Anytime I need to see your face

I just close my eyes

And I am taken to a place

Where your crystal minds and magenta feelings

Take up shelter in the base of my spine

Sweet like a chica cherry cola