Redux

[edg]

Saw The Incredibles a second time today. All of you, go see this film right now. Me, I'll be counting the days until the DVD comes out and thinking about going to see it a third time. (And listening to the soundtrack album. $15.99 on sale.)

I'm thinking about dyeing my hair. I'd need to bleach it in order to dye it - my hair is dark enough that dyes just don't take without bleaching - and I really don't know how goofy I'd look with, say, electric green hair. But it's an interesting idea.

Currently sitting in the café in Borders, trying to work on NaNo (500 words! Woo!), and wondering whether it would be highly inappropriate (thank you, harlecerulean) to ask the cute barista what she's doing tonight. (Are there any special characters in "barista"? I've never actually used the word before today, and it seems like there should be. "Bârístä" or something.)

EDIT: Man, do my shoulders ache. This is what I get for trying to push a two-ton station wagon up a hill.

EDIT II: It's clearly Cute Girls Day here in Towson. I mean, geez. And none of them have the courtesy to be driving naked, much to my chagrin.

EDIT III: The Revenge: I asked and was turned down. Oh well.

Comments

[prodigal.livejournal.com]

Sorry to hear about part three. Mine turned out to already have a boyfriend. Feh.

[edg.livejournal.com]

Augh! I'm sorry, man. C'est la vie, I guess, but it still sucks. Better luck next time.

[prodigal.livejournal.com]

And to you, sir.