like pixie dust

For some reason this amused me to no end.

But first, I'll bore you with the details of my day. Work was a pain in the ass. I had to fucking count cigs for the third month in a row. If I ever thought of taking up smoking, the monthly count would kill that urge something quick.

After work, came home, checked email, decided to fuck with this, brushed my hair out, did the measuring previously mentioned, chopped it, and then headed off to dye it. When the moon sets, I'll see if I can photograph the new color without flinching. Did go for brown, and parts of it are really dark and parts seem green at times. On the other hand, they only seem green when I'm in the yellow-tinged rooms, so I'm hoping that's it. For the most part I like it, but since it's no longer in the lighter hair color family, I'm going to have to scrounge up an eyebrow pencil because the lack of eyebrows is freaking me out. Which is not going to be fun.

So. Hair dyed. Watched Scrubs. Waited for 12:30 so we could leave to go see Sisterhood. No Sisterhood. Got there in time and all, but holy shit, it was like the entire teenybopper section of the population appeared. The line was wrapped around one corner and down the side of the building. I'd have missed prime trailer goodness had I gone through with it, and the James Island theatre isn't good enough to be squished into the chairs with a million other people. So, we went to the place formerly known as Manifest. Because I had my ID and my debit card. Bought the first MCR CD and the I'm Not Okay... single because I could. Also bought a magazine with them in it [wheeee for research!] annnnnnd another because it could be cool. and because a band I liked was on that cover. Mom pulls me over and asks about these cheap DVDs and I blink at her. We're going on more than 12 hours without sleep you see. So she asks whoever is working behind the counter and I glance up and think, "Huh. He looks familiar. Oh! He comes into Walgreens. Odd." I wander off when I remember I wanted to look for one other CD and then come back and voila, he's the one who rings up my stuff. He looks at me [and this is the amusing bit] and says, "Walgreens, right?"

Which is something only amusing in my head. It's amusing because a) I'm weird and b) this proves he spends entirely too much time there. or that I do.

I need to go clean my room. I wish I knew what I did with my box of trashbags. :/

I have a massive headache, and I'm not loving I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love. I'm not hating it, mind you, just... not getting it just yet.

Headache. Ow. OW. But before I run away, I need to find out when JI and the eyesore are playing Sisterhood.

And dying my hair has one added bonus. It's all thick and fluffy, in a good way. However it's also straight. Give it time...

i'm coming back from the dead

It's time to play Dear Impy again. Today's question comes from the crazy kid in the back of the room. Hey, crazy kid!

Dear Impy,
It's been positively ages since you physically forced me to listen a song I'd normally run screaming from. What do you suggest now that I've burned through all the songs I plan to get sick of this summer. And please, please make it odd, because it'll have to counteract some real crap. Thanks!

Thank you, crazy kid, for that thoughtful way of saying, "please whore me out a song or three." I will.

All of you should immediately run out and download/buy/beg me to send you You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us in Prison.
  If the song title doesn't do it for you, well, why exactly are we friends? Because seriously, that alone is enough to make me curious. Oh, you want the band. Obviously you've been ignoring the obsessiveness going on over here. That's okay. I'll overlook it. My Chemical Romance. Yeah, shut it. You will listen to this song and I'll give you a reason to other than the awesomeness that is the title.
They all cheat at cards.
And the checkers are lost.
My cellmates a killer,
They make me do push-ups (in drag)
But nobody cares if you're losing yourself.
Am I losing myself.


But the absolute bestest thing? The giggle at the end. That's right. The giggle.

Now. Get thee to a copy of the song immediately.

Oh, and starting the day with a massive headache is NOT fun. Worse yet is spending every hour thereafter feeling like ice encased in fire and borderline pukey. It's June. I should not have spent the morning curled under two fleece blankets, huddled in the darkest corner of the house I could find, trying desperately to warm up while at the same time feeling like I was on fire.

Hrmm. I think the muse just bit me.