harebrained ideas

Due to the whole mid-twenties angst shebang, I am generally either listless and bored or excitable and in love with everything. There is no Middle Path (perhaps I just need a little yoga? silent camp?). When I'm in the latter state, I will go to great lengths to keep myself entertained.

Now, this may come as a shock, but, occasionally, I can be a wee bit impulsive. Once a seemingly brilliant idea pops into my head (eating meat for the first time in eight years, visiting my sis in South America despite an extreme lack of funds, going home for a week without asking my boss) it's pretty much going to happen immediately. Except for that almost-getting-fired incident, it's all worked out in my favor (mmm bacon.) I don't know exactly why I decided to dye my hair, but I did. So tomorrow Ellen and I are going under the chemicals, she to go brown and I to go blonde. Like, blonde blonde. This should reduce the frequency of the "are you sisters?" question by at least 80%. Okay, probably more like 55%. Damn Olsen twins/Simpson spawn/Hilton sisters. I have no idea if I'm going to love it, tolerate it, or hate it, since I've never had the proverbial balls to fully dye my hair before and all I really have to go on are these pictures from Halloween 2003, when I devolved from Marilyn Monroe to Courtney Love as I got progressively drunker and Drone was a rather convincing Unironic Trucker, courtesy of the acid-washed jean jacket I picked up for $0.25 at Saint Vincent's Thrift Store back in ol' Marshfield.