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I have an appointment at 2:30 (yesterday's tomorrow / now's today) to get my hair fixed. We'll see what happens. They said it might not work out so well. At that, I yanked at my collar.

It's going to be weird to have blonde hair again (at some point, if not after 2:30). I've gotten entirely used to it over the past two weeks. Anna says it looks normal to her now. I think she's just being nice. Hell, I can barely remember what it used to look like. I know it was blonde, but what kind of blonde?

I didn't go to school (now's yesterday / yesterday's today). Instead, I joined Joe at his house to watch Freddy Got Fingered. He joined me at mine to watch Requiem For A Dream. They're both fucked up movies, but for entirely different reasons. Needless to say, I don't ever want to (be a 28 year-old man living with my parents / do hard drugs).

I kind of wish I had made a really edgy art movie with my black hair, though. It'd've been called Joyless, and I'd've play the tormented heroin addict with an underground newsletter to which only my tormented heroin addict friends subscribe. Anna'd've played my muse, or something. It'd've been great. I'd've submitted it to the SPIFF.

Peace.
-Todd