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Integrity - part II (or 'I'm not visual')

First thing he said (which half admonishes him): "You're all pretty, what's up?"

So, as you can imagine, I ended up propped in front of bf like a doll with those big googly eyes, since he obvious did not notice my goddess-like locks as he entered, 10 inches from his face, asking him the typical girly "don't you notice anything dif-FE-rent???"with a goofy smile, bobbing my head one side to the next as a hair-swishing hint. As much as I hate that, I just did it, and at least it camouflaged my goofy smile.

His answers:
- You are wearing makeup (I was, but I always do, I had eyeshadow on now, but not the point)
- You are all dressed nice (I had changed back into my nice/funky work clothes, not the point)
- You hair is shiny (getting warrrrrrmmmmeerrr)
- Hell, I'm not a visual person, I don't know.

Not visual, yet he was able to notice ALL of the above, plus a small irritation above my upper lip. Grrr. He said that when I change something, I should go gradually so he notices (huh?), which, upon afterthought, scares me, because I have gradually put on 10 pounds. Eeeek!

Bf then proceeded over dinner to say how the colour was barely different (IT IS!!!!). I stand by the fact that I went from Oozy caramel to 80% dark chocolate, and THERE IS A DIFFERENCE!!!! I bet my best friend will notice the minute he sees me, from very FAR AWAY, and he's not visual either....pfff!

I guess I'm just a wee bit bummed because I DRASTICALLY ALTERED MY NATURAL HAIR COLOUR WITH HARSH CHEMICALS for him (I can so hear the 'I never asked you to')...now I can either embrace my choco-doo, or go find #402 that'll make my hair darker, ie black. Urgh, jet black. Like Krusty would say: Oyyyy!

Integrity

OK, so I have been hesitating, wondering if I should dye my hair dark brown/black in order to please bf. Part of me thinks bf should love me for the weird reddish-blond brunette I am, whereas another thinks, hell why not, if it makes him happy. The more practical side of me is thinking that I have not dyed my hair in over 2 years, am finally at my natural colour, healthy, and hell, I can be a laid-back kinda chick at ease with who and what she is.

So the questions remained, should I dye my hair? Then I thought of some stupid quality bf checked off on his internet chick wish-list: Integrity. Hmmm. I also thought of his liking raven-haired chicks...double hmmm. So I looked up 'integrity', and realized it was all about ethical standpoints, or a solid ship hull...

Now, this is hair we are talking about. Hair grows, it changes, yes, it's fragile, but it remains hair. We cut hair. We change hair. Yet hair is still who we are (like a pair of glasses becomes part of our identity - I wear contacts, so hair takes on more value!) But there are more important things in life than hair. People are starving to death. There are also more important things in life than bf's fantasies....

Yesterday, I bought a box of #401 dark brown... Integrity my ass....

The plan was that today, our one year anniversary (ie the day we met, I am a girl and romantico-nostalgic), I would surprise him with his fantasy (well, the hair part, at least!), figuring it was a one-shot deal, and hell, it was only hair... I poured the mixture into my hair, watched it turn soot black, stain my temples, ears, back, and fingers (integrity, integrity) and said goodbye to my light locks, temporarily. I cringed, worrying that my hair would be jet black with a fake blue hue and I would look like a fat Snow White (integrity, integrity). My bro didn't help much, shocked upon seeing the box in the bathroom, then realizing he should shut his hole when he saw me with a wet dark blob on my head.

My hair is now dark brown, with reddish undertones. Think brown labrador, or dark chocolate. Yeah, I am 80% dark chocolate (less sugar, more taste). The box did not lie, 401 was true to itself. Somehow, I disappointed when I came out of the shower after rinsing the goop off to see my hair was NOT a dark blue-toned jet black. Go figure. I guess I thought since I was up to the change, might as well go radical-fantasy all the way. I guess this is sort of a happy medium (even though it is obvious now I am dyed, which annoys me, the whole fake thing - no one is born with this colour of hair!)

This is a one-shot deal. Bf is one his way. I figure this will be a nice suprise since I did not actually buy anything for our anniversary and make him ill-at-ease. And I went through an existential crisis for a hair dye. Hphmm...I'll let you know if he even notices!


UPDATE 1: Awww, I just realized upon publishing my blog that the cartoon of me my friend G made is no longer valid...dammit Janet! My hair was ME!!!!

211, how ironic

My first post on this blog, exactly a year ago, was about saving daylight, and my post no.211 (?!?!), a year later, is about...you guessed it, daylight savings. Basically, I reiterate, why don't they just leave daylight alone? Ok, it's cool to have an extra hour to party/sleep on Halloween weekend (then again, that Sunday just seems painfully long), but my body, 4 days after this change, has not adapted AT ALL. Je cherche encore midi à, euh, 11 heures.

I spent all weekend/week saying "Its only *insert new time*?!". Doesn't help that now, it is bloody dark at 5pm. DO you honestly think the cavemen went through this?? Do animals and insects have to alter their cycles to adjust to the Americans? NOOoooo!Good news is, the Americans now switch back in March, not April. Mini-yeah.

The fact that half my clocks are still set at this revolved time (the VCR and my cell phone are smart enough to do this switch on its own, thank God, and even my alarm clock no.2 has a tiny 'daylight' switch I can flick into position in order to activate solar change), does not help. So, watches and clocks have now been 'set back' in my home as of this morning, and hopefully my body will adjust accordingly. Hmmm, the fact that I work an afternoon shift won't help...

Long time no post

Means busy, in my bubble, and not much to write, since am saying it all.