Happy 100th here at MLIBP!

My hair is now purple in celebration of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. The Boy will kill me, but it will be worth it.

I will be dressing up, so I may take a picture of my costume before I go to wait. Am quite excited.

Now, time to pimp out my Blogathon effort. URL to the blog itself is melloublogathon.blogger.com. I'm blogging for Planned Parenthood. You can leave me a pledge here.

What shall my theme be? I do not know yet, maybe I won't even have one. But I'm still freaking excited.

And I almost forgot, tonight is the last night my friend Sam is in town. She is off to Kentucky to live with her gaia girlfriend.

...I'm not sure I could make this shit up if I wanted to.

But I went with her and some of her friends to get Mongolian BBQ. The food was kind of eh, but I had a good time with the folks, they were some crazy nerds. Um, yep. I played Neopets all day, so I really have nothing to talk about.

Thought One:
This is my 99th post. Wild.

Thought Two:
I need to get back into the blogging groove. I blame school. And Thought Three.

Thought Three:
The Boy sucks. Here we go, a thought I can stick with for awhile. So, he has a lot going on for him right now. He just got his own place, equipped with two tard room mates. Okay, I'll rephrase, one's a tard, the other is just living on his own for the first time and is having to learn how shit works. But the tard is a huge complication. Isn't paying shit, says he'll be paying backrent eventually, is trying to get in the army, is a disrespectful bastard, is most likely going to screw The Boy over. And he has me. And I think he's gone and convinced himself that I'm too good for him.
So right now, we're exactly halfway through a two week break for him to sort his life out and for both of us to think about us. And whether or not he's gonna hold me back in the long term.
This is one of those rare situations where I tell my friends and family what's going on in my life, and they all have the same reaction, my own included. "ROFL, silly Boy."
But I'm just hoping that it's just stress from other things influencing his other thoughts and so he'll come back and be like "Yeah, I was a dumbass," instead of me having to actually convince him he's being a dumbass.
Also, I'm depressed as all hell by not having him around. Made worse by the fact that he's not even one block away and yet I can't go see him as I need to. There is an upside though, and that is...

Thought Four:
I'm dying my hair purple tomorrow in time for the Harry Potter book premiere. The Boy WILL kill me when he finds out, but I'll just be "psh, bitch, that's what you get for leaving me alone for two weeks after making about two hundred jokes about sleeping with your room mate's huge-tittied girlfriend."

Five:
Good news, I no longer need to look for work as I have a job lined up. Bad news, I don't start said job until January, and in the meantime no one will hire me for a multitude of reasons (mostly to the effect of "you minor, you suck, come back when you're not jailbait!").

End on Six:
SUMMER SCHOOL IS DONE FOR ME AS OF TODAY! WOOHOO! And unless I majorly screwed up my final (there's a small chance...) I got through with a B!

I will be back tomorrow. If I'm not, here are all my messengers and you may bother me the moment Thursday ends in California!
AIM: lucious CROCKPOT
Y!M: goddessrabichi@sbcglobal.net
MSN: melonylouise@hotmail.com

If I'm not online at all on any of these, it means something happened to my computer and I am gone with right!

This is actually quite a spectacular idea, if I may say so myself.

http://www.homeonthestrange.com/comics/2007/2007-04-20.png

Also, a podcast update: there is a high chance the first episode will be up tomorrow! There was a communication error and all this time I was being low on the priority list by the needed friend/assistant/slave monkey because she wasn't aware that the ball was already rolling on other guests. So tomorrow should be our day, but if not it'll be very soon. You can't see, but I'm doing a happy dance.

I'm also gonna cut my hair. Possibly very short, maybe just thinned a lot. It gets so knotted so fast between length and thickness that now when I do my once a day hair brushing it comes out in clumps the size of pennies. "Brush more times a day," some of you say. Fuck you, I respond. I don't like keeping constant maintenance on my hair at all, once a day works for me. And I know that when I have my short hair, I don't even really need to do it once a day; the need for brushing cuts down assloads, which makes me happy indeed. I'm not so sure when I'm going to do such a thing but I'm looking forward to it.

My apologies: I just realized that I never did link to the article that explained to me the $500 Abortion Plan of Texas.

http://www.reuters.com/article/domesticNews/idUSN2329109120070323?feedType=RSS

I dyed my hair, though it's barely noticeable; my boyfriend has apparently disappeared for the weekend; my dad is being a grumpy whiny old bastard; my hair is very soft; I've been blogexplosion whoring like cuhrazay, and there are links of good blogs on the sidebar now.

Sam called me today. Made me very jealous because ... anybody here an America's Next Top Model junkie? Well, on the season with the twins, there was AJ. AJ is a local girl and also a former Lambda frequenter. Also totally stunning. And I guess this girl contacted Sam on a networking site thing and they've been talking a little. She's been taunting me with the idea of telling her to drop by Lambda so I could meet her, to which I respond: "NO FAIR, I'LL GAWK LIKE A TEENAGE BOY!" and then cry like a bitch.

So how bout some hair pictures?

Before:
Kindly ignore the ew-ness of my face in this one.

During:
And after:

...I promise it's at least slightly more noticeable in real life, haha.