December 31, 2001 :: 1:06 p.m.
the new layout debacle
Arrgh. I have a new layout all ready and raring to go, but I'm rather reluctant to give Drew the boot. I like this one. It's fun. I like the potentiol new one, too, but I'm not sure if I like it
that much, you know? It's cool. It's got Rufus Wainwright in it, and so his sheer delectableness tempts me to use it. I want to use it, dammit. I just want to use this one, too. So I'll just get two diaries. *laughs* Nah. I don't have that much to write about. Maybe I'll just wait and put it up later, or come up with something better.
My sister called at the god-awful hour of 9:00 this morning, asking me if I wanted to take some pictures of her and the kids. Family portrait type stuff. I used to be more hardcore into photography than I am now... I still enjoy it, but I don't do it so much anymore. Anyway, she figured that I might like to that. I probably would have said yes, had it not been for the fact that it was 9 a.m., and my brain does not process politeness or obligation until about 10:00 at the earliest. So my answer consisted of, "Mmns... clrd mfjns nn? Mm? Nna." Basically, no. She didn't care, though, so it's cool.
The more I look at it, the more I seriously want to just chop off all my hair. Well, not all of it, but a good bit. I've always wanted to cut it short, but I never had the balls to do it... minus that time when my sister used my 5-year-old head as a test model. It was short then; a bowl cut, actually. Not quite what I'd go for now. Part of the reason I want to cut it is that it's a horrid color right now - it doesn't flatter my face at all. The only good thing is that it makes my eyes look more intense, which in turn makes me look a bit evil. This can be good sometimes, but not good enough to keep my hair this way. Nuh uh. I can't dye it anytime very soon, since I just did two days ago. I've been down that road before and it's quite unpleasant. And just forget about bleach. I've also been down that road, and I fell off a cliff and almost died. So no. I suppose I'll just live with it for a while; wear my hair back or something. As much as I'd like to cut it short, I know I won't. Me = too wimpy.
Sadly, that's about the story of my life. I never actually do anything, because I'm such a chicken. Cluck cluck cluck. Oh well. At least I don't eat my own species, then.
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