pudding

sectioning off my hair seems to be more difficult this time around than it was last time. the front portion of my hair will now be "poppy red" instead of "flamingo pink," that pink faded out to a real nasty color. the gross color was made worse by the fact that my hair has no natural shine due to many run ins with bleach in the last few months. i delight in having a hair color that is beyond fake though. tried a new pizza recipe i saw on thirty minute meals with rachel ray, it sucked. but i am getting off on the fact that my hands still smell like garlic even after a good wash, tasty. i kind of dig smelling like food. today was my teacher's birthday so the entire day was a party, a very boring party. i was made to dance under threat of actually having to do work instead of doing nothing. so i danced. i don't dance. ever. yes, i can shake my ass to a beat. but i prefer not to, i'm too cool to dance. in situations where others dance i sit and look mysterious, okay not really, but in my head that is how the fantasy goes. i'm a sucker for the life i live inside my head. the cat got to come home today, the damn expensive cat. i think they gave him a kitty lobotomy because he is not acting like a spazz, he is acting like a normal house cat. affectionate and everything, it's freaking me out to be honest. thanks to the cat we are broke, which is lovely but it will pass. i've never really had money before now, (don't get me wrong, my family wasn't dirt poor or anything there just wasn't a shit ton of extra money) so i don't miss it as much as joe does. plus i figure the less you have the less you have to lose. i think there are about a million songs that make that point. but who would write those songs if there wasn't some degree of truth to it. it is disgustingly hot tonight, i feel like a glazed ham.