Stayed up until one last night getting the Wizard's Oath from David. It's from Diane Duane's books about young wizards; I really recommend them.
I had a serious debate with myself over whether I'd choose my real bed or my virtual bed. David moderated. By the time I decided on my real bed from the time the debate started, it would have been quicker to go to virtual bed first.
This morning, after less than five hours of sleep, I am somewhat conscious and at school. My best friend and I had some amusing debates over the best ways to pry a four-year-old out of bed, and also some catapult discussions and debates over my state of wakefulness.
I'm still asleep.
got some sleep, finally. not much of a day today. Hung out in the game room watching my friend play various violent video games. My task is heckling and bonking, and occasional cheering.
I think I'm going to write little essays on why I chose each of my interests, just for my own amusement.
...I mean, there are some pretty odd interests out there that people have listed in their profile, and then there have to be stories behind them, but you rarely see it .... I know there are stories for mine.
So I'm going to try and explain them, each and every one.
The ultimate meaning of Life, The Universe, And Everything (according to Deep Thought and Douglas Adams).
But you probably already knew that.
I have wanted blue hair ever since I was 15 and at the Center for Talented Youth summer programs. There, it was just a "let's do it because everyone else will be doing it" thing, and because I thought it sounded cool, but after that it took root in my psyche as being symbolic of the good times and crazy things that were CTY.
It remained in the weird collage that is my mind as "something I will have to do someday" until I reached the age of 18 and went to college for the first time, where Melvina and I stayed up way late one night and bleached my hair. It turned a funky orange, and we re-bleached it and then I got some hairdye, Punky Colours Atlantic Blue, which had this horrid nasty fake blueberry smell, and we dyed my hair blue. I looked like a Smurf: my face and neck and hands were blue too.
After it turned green I dyed it black again.
Since then my hair has been blue off and on, in all of its various lengths. Last summer while living in a small cabin in Alaska, the lack of proper bathing facilities got to me and I shaved the front half of my head completely (on a dare from George) and then later cut the rest very short. The part that was completely shaved is down to the end of my nose, now, and is growing back in dark brown.
If there were a way to have my hair turn navy blue permanently forever, I would most likely do it, except for that whole thing with jobs in Corporate America not taking too well to nonstandard hair colors. If I could have navy blue hair, though, really dark navy blue, I could either dye it or braid it or both.
I still don't know why I want blue hair so much, but I know it's just the most interesting hair color to have.
we've got things in common still. Our friendship ... we knew each other for three weeks, never having set eyes on each other before, and at the end of the three weeks, we cried when we had to leave, because we knew we'd most likely not see each other again for years.
but when we do see each other, we can still take up a conversational thread we left off years ago and talk about it. We're going to be friends forever, because while we may have no real interests in common anymore, we still have each other in common and we can find new common interests.
we knew it was an instant connection the first time we saw each other.