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Nov. 2nd, 2005
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second stage is cut
we're now in orbit
stabilizers up
running perfect
starting to collect
requested data
what will it effect
when all is done
thinks Major Tom
we're now in orbit
stabilizers up
running perfect
starting to collect
requested data
what will it effect
when all is done
thinks Major Tom
How about you? (now with boobies.)
Nov. 2nd, 2005 03:19 pmYes, well.
It's "Spirit week" at work.
Yeah ...
I haven't participated.
I didn't wear a costume on Halloween,
I wore black jeans and black shirt for "tacky day".
Today is "Wacky hair day".
I was going to do some overtime today,
But J decided we didn't feel like it.
Who am I to argue with such flawless logic?
I was going to say that my black hair was a protest,
against wacky hair day.
Every time I'm at a workplace with such a day,
do I ever get a prize?
No.
Even when I put forth the theory that I should at least
get a consolation prize, due to my hair always
being what is considered by many to be ...
*shudder* "wacky."
No dice.
The real reason is, that my hair has been asking to be black for a while.
Hair: Let's be black.
Me: No, cause in 3 weeks you'll want to be pink or something,
and it's an annoying process to get you bleached out again.
Not to mention damaging.
Hair: Remember Feria - Starry night? We LOVED that colour!
We loved that colour for nearly 5 years.
Me: No, you're far far too fickle.
Hair: But if you let me be black, and not bleach me for a long time, you can let me grow back out.
Me: ...
Hair: Ah! AHH! See the hair has logic! That's the advantage of living so close to the brains!
Brains: I could do with a little less bleach up there.
Me: Now you're ganging up on me!
Hair: Plus if I get bitchy you can put fake hair streaks in me, I'll settle for that.
Brains: If there's a vote I'm on the side of no more bleach.
Me: ALL RIGHT ALL RIGHT! You win, just shut up all ready before people notice I'm talking to my own head.
Hair: YAY!
Me: Shoosh or no dye.
It's "Spirit week" at work.
Yeah ...
I haven't participated.
I didn't wear a costume on Halloween,
I wore black jeans and black shirt for "tacky day".
Today is "Wacky hair day".
I was going to do some overtime today,
But J decided we didn't feel like it.
Who am I to argue with such flawless logic?
I was going to say that my black hair was a protest,
against wacky hair day.
Every time I'm at a workplace with such a day,
do I ever get a prize?
No.
Even when I put forth the theory that I should at least
get a consolation prize, due to my hair always
being what is considered by many to be ...
*shudder* "wacky."
No dice.
The real reason is, that my hair has been asking to be black for a while.
Hair: Let's be black.
Me: No, cause in 3 weeks you'll want to be pink or something,
and it's an annoying process to get you bleached out again.
Not to mention damaging.
Hair: Remember Feria - Starry night? We LOVED that colour!
We loved that colour for nearly 5 years.
Me: No, you're far far too fickle.
Hair: But if you let me be black, and not bleach me for a long time, you can let me grow back out.
Me: ...
Hair: Ah! AHH! See the hair has logic! That's the advantage of living so close to the brains!
Brains: I could do with a little less bleach up there.
Me: Now you're ganging up on me!
Hair: Plus if I get bitchy you can put fake hair streaks in me, I'll settle for that.
Brains: If there's a vote I'm on the side of no more bleach.
Me: ALL RIGHT ALL RIGHT! You win, just shut up all ready before people notice I'm talking to my own head.
Hair: YAY!
Me: Shoosh or no dye.
A tisket a tasket
Nov. 2nd, 2005 06:14 pm
Eyebrows ... real?
Or drawn on?
This is assuming you do realize that if they are real there would still be pencil help to make them black.
Dare to conform...
Nov. 2nd, 2005 06:38 pmWhy is it that horribly normal people always want to be "different" or at least think they're different?
This ponder comes up because I didn't get the reaction I was expecting from my hair.
Mayhaps it is because it is still rather blue-ish cause a lot of it was over blonde-ish.
To back up in my thought process here.
I often get told things which seem weird to me,
regarding how I look.
That I'm "brave" and "adventurous"
That it somehow made their day to see someone freely "expressing" themselves.
This is how I feel normal.
It doesn't seem brave or weird or, wacky to me.
When I do something that my hair asks to,
I don't feel that I'm changing something,
I feel like I'm putting something back,
or fixing something,
making it right.
As odd as it may seem to some of you,
I don't particularly like the attention my hair causes in public,
or even my tattoos when they're showing.
Yes, sometimes I do, but more often I'd just rather be left alone.
I don't resent it, when it's well-meant compliments,
I'm polite.
I'll take the few mins to answer their "how" and "why" questions.
I take it as ... I guess a duty.
If I'm polite and helpful about it,
maybe it'll change an opinion about
...
people like me.
Maybe they'll be nice to the next little "freak"
because I was polite and articulate about it.
I purposely go to stores with the self check-outs.
I don't like talking to cashiers.
When I'm running errands I don't want to be bothered.
I'm happy if my hair made your day when you saw me in the store.
But I'd prefer it wasn't even of note to you.
I'd prefer you saw me as normal.
Or just saw ME.
I don't find myself particularly unique,
or interesting.
I'm just trying to be the best me I can.
Be comfortable in this skin.
Make my outsides match my insides.
Again, as often happens,
I don't feel that I properly expressed these thoughts.
I don't want to be different,
I just want to be me.
And sometimes it makes me sad that ME
is still different from most people I know.
This ponder comes up because I didn't get the reaction I was expecting from my hair.
Mayhaps it is because it is still rather blue-ish cause a lot of it was over blonde-ish.
To back up in my thought process here.
I often get told things which seem weird to me,
regarding how I look.
That I'm "brave" and "adventurous"
That it somehow made their day to see someone freely "expressing" themselves.
This is how I feel normal.
It doesn't seem brave or weird or, wacky to me.
When I do something that my hair asks to,
I don't feel that I'm changing something,
I feel like I'm putting something back,
or fixing something,
making it right.
As odd as it may seem to some of you,
I don't particularly like the attention my hair causes in public,
or even my tattoos when they're showing.
Yes, sometimes I do, but more often I'd just rather be left alone.
I don't resent it, when it's well-meant compliments,
I'm polite.
I'll take the few mins to answer their "how" and "why" questions.
I take it as ... I guess a duty.
If I'm polite and helpful about it,
maybe it'll change an opinion about
...
people like me.
Maybe they'll be nice to the next little "freak"
because I was polite and articulate about it.
I purposely go to stores with the self check-outs.
I don't like talking to cashiers.
When I'm running errands I don't want to be bothered.
I'm happy if my hair made your day when you saw me in the store.
But I'd prefer it wasn't even of note to you.
I'd prefer you saw me as normal.
Or just saw ME.
I don't find myself particularly unique,
or interesting.
I'm just trying to be the best me I can.
Be comfortable in this skin.
Make my outsides match my insides.
Again, as often happens,
I don't feel that I properly expressed these thoughts.
I don't want to be different,
I just want to be me.
And sometimes it makes me sad that ME
is still different from most people I know.