I had K over today and then we went over to Shopper’s to go and buy hair dye. She was uncomfortable with bleaching my hair and I was uncomfortable with having my hair bleached, so we decided on the brightest red hair dye we could find in hopes that it would show up on my very dark (read: black) hair. K made sure that she got all the roots, she made sure she got all my hair. I got my hair covered in plastic wrap and got to feel how leftovers usually feel, getting covered with a thin layer of plastic - at least I don’t have to get microwaved! So the plastic wrap came off, my hair was rinsed and then conditioned (at least I think it was conditioner) with the tube of conditioner than came with the dye twice. Then my hair got blow dried and, well, K did an excellent job on my roots! The red took very well to my roots and if I move my hair to one side, I can see more red underneath. It’s rather bright, but if you look down at the ends or just the rest of my hair in general, there’s very little difference (depending on the lighting). With different lighting, it either seems like I’ve done nothing at all or like I have dark red streaks. However, if I look down at the ends of my hair on the right side, it just looks dark red in the lighting that I currently have. I had my hair washed like four times today in the space of maybe 1-2 hours, it’s kind of nice. My scalp is no longer very red, so I’m going to be using a headband tomorrow at work to avoid people asking about the rather bright red on top. But I did come up with a cover story with the help of K if people ask.

The cover story will be “I don’t want to talk about it… but if you do insist… There was an accident, at school, in the bio lab… With the chemicals and the oxygen tank and the frogs… Oh god, the frogs!” And then I get kind of sullen and depressed and mention how I’m mourning my lab instructor (and no, I’m not jinxing anyone’s death because I didn’t have a lab component with my bio course this summer). There’ll be something along the lines of little froggie screams and then… nothing. And just how much of a miracle it is that I’m still alive, I managed to get away chemically altered hair on just the top of my head and how I managed to get a ‘chemical reaction’ to the chemicals on my skin (and somehow avoided my face and just got around the hairline). Yeah… Work is going to be great tomorrow!

My mother thinks that it’s hilarious that I have only vibrant red on the top of my head. And she brought up, after K left, that everyone at work is much taller than me so they’ll probably notice the red when I walk away or turn my head. And I went ” Well, I’ll just have to walk behind people. And not turn my head, of course.” She laughed and said good luck to me on it tomorrow. My father, on the other hand, thinks that I’m crazy for even considering dyeing my hair to begin with, so he really didn’t have much to say beyond shaking his head at me for my crazy ideas. I heard him asking my mom if I was being a rebellious teenager. Luckily I’m not going to be a teenager for very much longer, so he won’t be able to use that term for very long. He thinks it’s going to start me on a road of debauchery. First it’ll be dyeing my hair, next will be piercings, after that is logically tattoos (tramp stamps ftw?). Although, if I have it my way, by the time I’m 20 I’ll have (visible…) dyed red hair (not this bright though!), ears pierced at least once and, well, I’m not really big on the tattoo thing. Something about ‘permanently inked skin’ doesn’t do it for me. Although, if I were to get a tattoo, would I really show my parents? Probably not. Perhaps a black phoenix somewhere? Hmmmm…

So I’m working on a plan for a community-style blog. I’m also looking for volunteer bloggers for it, I’m planning on having it focus mainly on technology and perhaps fashion (that’s how it was in my dream, after all). I’m also working on coming up with a name for it, and will be looking for a host and other things as well. I’m kind of excited, I do like group projects.

Anyways, I might have photos of my lovely black/red/reddish-brown hair soon. My cell phone doesn’t take decent shots so I’m waiting for my sister to come home to get some nice macro shots of the colour for you all to see. It’s actually a nice colour, just not… everywhere enough. And it’s back to work tomorrow. Which means I will get to see the Boy and everyone else. And I get to see Goose’s daughter because he’s bringing her in tomorrow to meet everyone! I am so excited, I get to meet Allie! Whooo, tomorrow’s going to be interesting indeed. I’m also going to be placed on a new project in the sales department tomorrow. It’ll be fun, the guys in Sales (all the people who work in the sales department are male, surprisingly) are really easy to get along with so it’ll be fun, I hope.

My final exam was from 1-4 today. I was done writing at around 2:30 and I left at around 3. The only reason I stayed the extra half hour was because I didn’t want to be first one to leave the lecture theatre. So I just waited until someone else was making moves to leave and then I followed suit. So it went okay. It was fairly easy, as exams go. The entire last question (parts a to g) was basically an entire ‘gimme gimme’ question. It starts off with “What kind of random genetic variations occurred that makes you uniquely you?” and ends with “What is the most valuable or most interesting thing that you learned during this four week course?” And it was worth 17 of the 74 mark exam. So yeah that went pretty well. I chatted with my prof after the exam, basically told her that the exam was pretty fair, she thanked me for my input and then I left.

Overall, today was a pretty good day. I had pizza for lunch, I was called a tramp by a little boy who looked to be about 6 while I was on the bus and I overheard an off-duty (but still in uniform) police officer singing “Dancing Through Life” from Wicked: The Musical and I commented on his singing (it was really good). He said he didn’t come across very many people who knew what Wicked was and I told him that he had been singing at the wrong train stations.

I was called this afternoon, literally right after I got out of my bio lecture (we were let out early, so normally I would have been sitting in class at the time) and it was Clay, wanting to talk before he started work and I hopped onto the bus. Which is fine, I guess, but this is how the conversation went:
M: Hello?
C: Hey pretty girl, what are you up to?
M: Ummm, walking towards the bus loop.
C: Oh.
M: Uh huh, don’t you have work?
C: In a few minutes.
M: I see…. [nearly drops cell phone while digging out my bus pass]
C: I miss you.
M: Okay. [flashes bus pass to driver]
[insert long pause, I get a seat and pull out my mp3 player]
C: What are your plans for tonight?
M: [slightly confused] I’m studying…
C: Oh right, you’ve got some test thing tomorrow.
M: Yeah ’some test thing’, my final exam, you mean?
C: Yeah, that.
M: Yeah well, I have to study for that.
C: Oh, so I guess you’re not going paintballing tomorrow?
M: [refrains from saying 'no shit'] No, I can’t, I have my final tomorrow.
C: Sure you don’t want to go…?
M: [refrains from insulting him] No. I have my final exam tomorrow. It’s worth 50% of my grade, so I will be sitting in a lecture hall tomorrow afternoon, writing an exam rather that shooting balls of paint at your face.
C: Oh, okay then. You’re not very cheerful in the afternoon.
M: I’m cheerful to people that make an effort to spend time with me.
C: Oh. Anyways, I should get to work. I’ll talk to you later?
M: Sure, whatever, bye.
C: Buh-[I hung up]

And I realized that, sometimes, I happen to lose interest in people who don’t seem to show very much of an interest in me. Or maybe I’m just a cynical person in general. Or maybe I just don’t care anymore. But whatever the case, I’m going back to studying now. Ecology is actually very fascinating sometimes.

I’ve been eating cherries today (yum!) so here’s a teaser shot of what was left of my cherries (sorry for the blurry shot, my cell phone decided that it would temperamental today):

And in other news… I got my second midterm back, I didn’t do as well as I did the first time, but it was still fairly good and still above the class average (the class average was 80.8%, which is fairly high). So yay. I have exactly one more lecture and then the one final on Saturday and then I am done the course! It’s actually been a fairly good four weeks, I thought the course was going to be absolutely crazy intensive and I would be studying every waking moment of every single day. And while it hasn’t been crazy intensive, it has been pretty packed in with information. And I haven’t been studying every waking moment of every single day - how can I when I still manage to find time to break my site’s coding, upgrade/downgrade Wordpress, blog and chat with people on via texts or msn?

I also had this crazy dream where I began/developed (whatever) a ‘community’ style blog where myself and a handful of people from a forum that I frequent started blogging. We’d all take like a day or whatever and each have general topics that we would cover. And then, in this dream, the blog ended up getting attention in the news and we ended up squabbling over who should sell who’s shares to whom as we all wanted the majority of the shares. Of course, my first thought when I woke up was ‘what the….?’. My second thought was ‘I should totally start a community blog’. Obviously I ignore blatantly obvious hints from my subconscious, that’s okay though.

For those who were curious as to if they would have survived the ‘ice age’ that occurred during my lecture yesterday, only people with last names with 4, 12 or 18 letters survived. I’m sorry to everyone else who’s last names don’t have that many letters - I didn’t choose who survived, my professor did.

I am officially 85% complete my course! Each lecture is 5% (basically… 4 weeks, 5 days in a week - there was one week with only 4 lectures due to Canada Day) and the final (oh, the final) is the very last ‘5%’ (it’s actually worth 55% of my final grade, I’m trying not to dwell on it too much). But other than that, I have pretty much completed the other 45% of the course. I’m putting way too much thought into my final now, gah. I mean, I’ve been studying on a daily basis and going over notes and such, but I should just really stop dwelling on it.

But in other, more boring, news: the highlight of my day so far has been drinking apple juice. I am dead serious, I had apple juice today for the first time in probably a really long time since the last time I recall drinking apple juice, I was probably in high school and in grade 9 or 10. So that’s 4 or 5 years ago that I last drank it. It disappointments me sometimes, but I got apple juice today so I’m a happy girl. Clay just informed me that I’m “special”, after he asked how was my day and the only thing that I could think of to say was “I had apple juice!”.