I'm at school very early today with nothing to do but sit in the library and work on a blog entry. This holiday weekend was pretty chill. Thanksgiving was a bit different without my grandparents. We went over to our friends house and had dinner with their family. It was different but cool. I got along pretty well with the annoying ones. (You know who they are if you were there) Friday my sister and I decided to go up to Disneyland. Just the two of us. It was a bonding experience. Everytime we saw something weird we would look at each other and laugh. It was fun. We even went over to California Adventure to shop. We ended up seeing the Playhouse Disney Live on Stage show. It was really cute. I wish my kids could have seen it. They love Bear in the Big Blue House. On Saturday I watched "Igby Goes Down".

It was interesting to say the least. It was in the comedy section, but it was very dark and somewhat dramatic. It was worth the rental. I'm just glad my family isn't fucked up like that. I think one of my favorite lines from the movie was; "It's ironic that the first time in my life that I feel remotely affectionate for her, is when she's dead." "You beat up her corpse." "I know, but after that." How cool is that? Anyways, that movie was due so I went down to Blockbuster and rented another one. This time I rented, "Stealing Sinatra".

This one appeared to be a comedy but was more of a drama I guess. It was listed in drama but I felt it was equal with "Igby..." on both fronts. It's strage how they catagorize things. Frank Sinatra Jr. was played by that kid from "A Kid in King Arthur's Court" "A Kid in Aladdin's Palace" "Rookie of The Year" and the "American Pie" series. I didn't know he did all that. Sunday started out slow. I was watching the Chargers game and then I started watching the Patriots game and TeLina invited me to go shopping with her and Maria. We shopped all afternoon and then we met up with our friend whose birthday it was. She was turning 21. She loved her presents and she went clubbing with TeLina. I went to work yesterday but my best friend is MIA. Her cell phone isn't working and she hasn't called me from anywhere else. I don't know where she could be. I'm tempted to call her house again. I know that she left the house yesterday morning but I don't know when or if she came home since. If you read this, CALL ME!!!

So I saw my high school's production of "Piece of my Heart" Wednesday night. It was really good but I think high school kids don't want to see serious plays anymore. One of my friends said he thinks it's because they don't know how to react to them. The play is about 6 women who retell their accounts of Viet Nam. Everyone did a really awesome job. Especially because I heard there were some fuckers in the front row saying the lines, trying to throw the actors off. Oh yeah, I dyed my hair again. This time it's "Purple Haze". I like it. I think darker colors suit me more anyway. I feel sick and I'm debating whether or not I want to go to my lab class today. I think I would just rather lounge around the house and perhaps get stuff done for my other classes on Tuesday. I had some weird dreams last night. I think I'm going to go watch a John Cusack movie. That usually makes me feel better. ::Sigh:: He's so dreamy. Why can't guys like Lloyd Dobler be real? The world would be such a pretty place.

This week was pretty fun. I got to literally have blond roots for a few days. I think the bleach got into my brain though.  Friday I dyed my hair and let's just say, it's very unusual. But in a good way. Everybody likes it...Even if they do slam doors in my face at the first sight of it ::coughtelinacough:: (Wow, why is cough pronounced the way it is...I mean, if it's pronounced like there's an F at the end and it isn't going to have one there, shouldn't it at least be spelled couph?) The longer my hair is this color, the more I like it. I can't say the same for my dad, but hey, I'm young. I get to do stupid things. I have to do them now because soon I'll have a job where I have to act professional and I can't look too weird. My friends at Blockbuster even told me that I probably wouldn't be able to work there without having my hair dyed a "natural" color. Natural colors are highly overrated. Heehee, just kidding, but still, people shouldn't discriminate. Especially over hair color...and at a fucking Blockbuster! Come on. I know that I work harder than the people they've just hired. But they'll pick the stoners over me cause they at least appear normal...with bloodshot eyes and sloth-like movements. I'm happy and peppy; my hair goes along with that. I don't see why that's a bad thing. I wonder what my kids are going to say tomorrow night when I go to take care of them. I'm sure they'll love it! I've noticed that there are 3 different reactions to my hair. 1) People say they love it. 2) They can't stop staring and they don't say anything. 3) They act like there is nothing unusual at all going on.
I got buzzed on Saturday night...I say buzzed cause my friend was totally sloshed and it was fun just watching him. I don't think he'll be drinking that much for quite a while. Ah, Liquid Feathers. How beautiful. I saw a brand new baby girl yesterday. She was barely a day old and already such a beautiful thing. Even more beautiful than that was the glow of the new father; the excitement in his voice when he spoke about the birth, the passion when he talked about shooting the guys that she would eventually bring home when she grew up, and the unconditional love in his eyes when he held her. Life is such a beautiful thing. Welcome to the world Aurora. Enjoy your stay.