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Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Hairy Post

I didn't mean to post two entries today, but seeing as I was originally intending to post it at 2:30am this morning, I guess it wouldn't have made much of a difference. Thanks to Vista's incredibly intelligent idea of restarting my computer as soon as I tried to uninstall a simple program, without giving me any sort of forewarning whatsoever, it obviously did not happen.

I don't know why I'm telling you this, but last night, I dreamed a very good dream. It was about a couple of people I knew a couple of years ago, and I was back where I wanted to be, in a familiar environment where I can remember I was quite happy. I liked it. This has prompted me to send a very sincere thank you/apology/accusation to a certain teacher whose respect I have for them is endless. Just so you know, if I had posted this last night, this last paragraph wouldn't have been part of it. Yeah... such is the nature of time.

Anyway, this was just going to be a short, simple, HOW THE HELL CAN YOU HAVE REBELLIOUS HAIR?? I mean, I know what they're trying to describe about certain kinds of hair, but doesn't anyone else think that they've used a really, really bad metaphor? It's like saying, "Oh, my hair is so rebellious it's on the USA's 'Most Wanted' list." Seriously! Hair doesn't go against society on its own accord. You don't give your hair a lecture, spank it a little bit on it's backside, ground it for life and find that the next morning your hair has made an alcatraz-like escape from it's godforsaken imprisonment of your head!


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i am

vivien, and i ask you to convince me of otherwise.

i'd like to be

a musician
a scientist
a thinker
a photographer
a time traveler
under the sea,
in an octopus' garden
in the shade.