Saturday, January 21, 2006
Red. Or maybe Purple. Or maybe Red.

I want to dye my hair purple. Seriously. I want to do something bizarre and remarkably stupid just because I have nothing better to do. Then there's also the fact that this is the perfect time to do it because this is the age wherein I am entitled to do stupid things, that way I can 1.)look back on it one day and have a good laugh and 2.)not be obliged to commit stupidity at a given age where I'll regret it.

Okay, I originally wanted it red but I saw purpled people (not the permanent kind of dye) and I decided on a whim that I should like to deface my head with that color instead. Or I might change my mind yet, I'm peckish that way.

Unfortunately, there is a flaw in my great plan - parental approval, which I regretfully need to secure as I share the same household with them. Bleh. I've already pitched the idea playfully to them and predictably, they gave me that have-you-lost-your-mind? look and a big fat NO. Boo. Ugh, my parents can be close minded sometimes, 'specially my father. Now my father's great and all, but I swear he's from the same generation of the dinosaurs so he holds some stiff world views. And I quote, "What? You're going to die your hair purple? That's for weirdos!"

Jeeeez.

Red's a nice color too, though. Maybe that'll make it more agreeable. But speaking realistically, it's unlikely that anybody's going to be see me sporting a different hair color any time soon because of the reasons stated above and because my cousin's wedding is coming and I don't think he'd appreciate me showing up looking like Delirium. Ain't that a pity?

But you wait. One day, dammit.

In other news, I dropped by the SPCP fair. Hah, I didn't miss the hellhole at all. Nothing changed much, 'cept for the new computer terminal place they built around the rotonda and that blasted tree. How... quaint. It looked like a small chapel crossed with Metrobank. I believe that's where the old computer club's camped out; I didn't go in though, why bother when Ateneo's got free comlabs (Booya). Ran into a bunch of alumni and old teachers. Ms. Castilla is as freaky as ever, I saw Mrs. Gavino who was super nice and gave me a hand squeeze and so did Ms. Hernandez (whose name I forgot for a second. I almost called her Ms. Research. Whoops.) There were also other creepy characters...(hackSirVelardehack). I also evaded capture because either the girl was super nice or that she didn't have enough balls to mess with the alumni. Yeah.
((Breaking news: This just in -- Surprise visit or as I like to call it - AMBUSH! by a shitload of my relatives. Yep, the sort that travel in barangays. Noise pollution's suddenly turned up. Not healthy))

Anyway--
Oh, and I got myself a henna like I always do, and it's nice and purty but this stupid biatch rubbed against it and now its kinda smeared. Well, it wasn't really her fault but now its all smudged. Nevermind, I can pass it off as 'Spider being blown away by wind.' We (Fidelis and I) ran into Chi chi who was nice enough to let us cut the line (Mwahaha) for the Octopus. I always ride the Octopus. It's like a ritual. Attending an otherwise funky fair must always include a good old ride on that rickety piece of junk. It actually brings about great fun, which explains why rode it twice. I didn't stick around that long, and I forgot to buy disappearing ink (pity, as I was supposed to spray random people wth it come Monday) and I wasn't able to reincarnate Bob in his bubble person form. Aww. I did get a really nice Jack Skellington ID accessory though. I luff it.

Right. I can't think straight because of all this noise. I'm going to go terrorize my cousins now. It's cheek-squishin' time. Hehe.
Thus spake Irish || 8:42 PM || 2 comments