Nothing Spectacular.

I think I'm just rambling a little this time. It's late and I'm tired... I tend to babble for a while, then fall asleep. It's entertaining... at least to the people who actually enjoy my ridiculous rambling.

Neh.

So I bought this super bright red dye for my hair. It's probably firetruck red. I'm planning to keep a natural-looking red on the top layer, then take the bottom layer and make it this hellacious red color. Why? No reason. Just sorta feel like it... maybe. I gotta do the test first to see if it's a color I won't mind having in my hair for two months.

Reminds me of my senior year of high school when I dyed the bottom of my hair this vibrant purplish pink. Oh God, Mom hated that and threatened to kill me. I loved the color though. Yeah, I'm prone to doing weird things. When Mom and my sister went in to get their ears pierced two more times, I bit the bullet and got a second set of piercings myself. (Of course, they got tattoos, and I'm far too cowardly to let people put a needle to my body. Dani has a limit, oh my!)

Someone remind me that I have to get up at 8:30-ish tomorrow morning so I can call my doctor and see about rescheduling the stupid appointment I'm supposed to go to in the morning. His office called yesterday--er, earlier today--and asked me to call back for rescheduling. Too bad I slept through the initial call and didn't get the voicemail until sometime after closing. Whoops.

I learned today that gravity hates me. Observe:

Making a hard right turn + large cup of soda in the cup holder - someone holding said cup in the holder = soda all over the floorboard and the bottom of my pants.

I sorta already knew gravity and I weren't the best of friends because I fall down stairs for no reason other than to fall and twist an ankle, but the cup holder episode tonight just ensures that I remember gravity no liketh me. (I hate you too, gravity. So much.)

And now that I think I've successfully made every story unrelated to the one before it... I oughta go lay down. My head's got a slight pounding in the front of my skull, which is not being aided by the loud music I'm currently playing. Glutton for punishment am I? Quite possibly.

Until I get a more sensible state of mind... or until I get bored and randomly inspired...

G'night.