if you haven't seen the movies, see them. they are so bad they're good. like, really, really good. like, the kings of 90's sci-fi movies. and everyone in the movies is simply to cool for jujitsu school so they wear really great things like...
this
...and this
...and these people have guns that explode in very unrealistic fire every time they shoot
and these people can stop bullets using powers suspiciously like Jedi Mind Tricks...
they basically do everything with dramatic facial expressions and sunglasses that are completely unnecessary.
Soo...there i was with brown hair. i was bored. conveniently, Kat and Aubrey know my bored face. so they did the only reasonable thing to do when it happened to be my birthday that week. they bought me hair dye. Manic Panic Atomic Turquoise, to be precise. After a whirlwind of magical substances known as bleach attacking my hair, i became a mermaid.
STEP ONE: looking kind of like a valley girl. AKA the bleaching.
It was quite something. not really in a good way, but still...I've never had blond hair. everyone should try it sometime.
STEP TWO: the dyeing...
i mean, who doesn't love having green goop smeared into their scalp?
STEP THREE: the wait.
you think i'm standing there going going, "i'm so cool. my hair is about to turn blue."
but really, i'm thinking "shower cap, shower cap, shower cap..."
Meet one of my best friends, Ril. She is a self declared pessimist who self declaredly does not have a fashion sense. i completely disagree. also, she self-declares things a lot.
her (very distinguished) fashion sense is a mix of God-I-Hate-Clothes-What's-Wrong-With-Jeans-And-A-Tshirt, I-Don't-Care-What-Anyone-Else-Thinks-So-I'm-Gonna-Wear-A-Vest-I-Made-And-Skater-Shoes, and I-Have-About-600-Hundred-Shirts-With-Manga-Jokes-On-Them, Respect.
all in all, she's a pretty cool person.
she has probably the most magnificent hair ever. it is shinier than a new Porsche, and recently cut short in a beautiful swept-to-the-side thing of wonder.
Ril also sings. as i hope you can tell if you watched the video above. please comment and send to all your friends. i still don't know who to send this video to so she can get "discovered".
PS. she self-taught herself piano. and plays both violin and viola, very well. she is rather musically inclined.
People talk about springtime as symbolizing hope. i just say it means a) my birthday, and b) warmer weather. Spring shouldn't get all cocky and think it has more hope then the other seasons.
That being said, right around this time, the sun decides to stop playing hide and seek and stay out for a whole day! Shocker. It's good because i have a great sunhat that has sadly been on hibernation all winter.
Speaking of headpieces, today i bought a beauteous little yellow hat in honor of the sunny season. (Not really though, to be honest i just saw the thing earlier in a nearby thrift store and bought it because the stupid people only priced it a dollar. not that I'm complaining, but they don't appreciate it's wonderfulness.)
an unnamed source said it looked like a banana peel. i told them that was not very nice.
Also, the only song i could think of related to spring is from what i think is Mel Brooks' best movie, The Producers (1968, with Zero Mostel and Gene Wilder - two of my favorite people ever.)
This song is called Springtime for Hitler. Yes, it is as offensive as it sounds. if you saw the movie you would not be as appalled. Keep in mind, I'm German and have the utmost love and respect for my family's country, but this song is just too hysterical.
It was quite something. not really in a good way, but still...I've never had blond hair. everyone should try it sometime.
