Time: 3:23 AM EST
Mood: Frickin' Tired and Pondering
Music: INXS- "Not Enough Time" (I know cheesy... but Michael Hutchence is (was) gorgeous) and Journey (quit laughing.)

I went and picked up some shampoo today at the local "hippie" store, and I was approached by a lady and her husband. Appeartly they were observing me and had a few questions. After about 10 mins of gawking she finally approached and said: "My husband and I were discussing wheather or not you were "mixed", are you? I think you are, but my husband says you are not." I stood there for a second pondering what had just been asked. Do I look "mixed"? I never thought of it before. Sure I have really curly hair that forms dreadlocks when not properly cared for.... but "mixed"? She then said: "I hope you are not offended?" I replied with a curious no. She then began to explain why she came to such a question. Explaining herself she said: "I have a niece who is mixed, and she has the same milky complexion as you, also I was wondering because you have really full lips and beautiful curls. If you are not "mixed" then what are you?" What am I? What am I? I am a human-being.... then I replied with a small chuckle, "I am Swedish and Dutch... predominately Dutch." Afterwhich she appologized, which there was no need to, and quickly left.

Mmmm... odd.

Anywho, today I cut my hair. It needed it bad. I took about 2 inches off the goldie-locks. It looks good... it is rather frustrating because I can no longer pull it back, or throw it up into a bun. Now it just tucks behind the ears. I'll get use to it... I like it... ehrm.. I guess... I'll get use to it. I will be wearing it straight for awhile.

Today I woke up in a good mood. It has been a while since I have done that. Not that I am saying I wake up as evil-psycho-bitch, but lately I have been "down". I was lying in bed last night thinking what do I have to be down about... sure I can spend this week and waller in my own self-pity, sleep really late (which isn't all bad), and avoid the things I don't wanna face.... but no matter what they will all be there when I return from my self-pity- party. So this morning I got up at 9:00 AM, hit the snooze until 10:30 AM, threw on my "Super Hobbs" t-shirt (actually a plain white shirt, pair of jeans, and a long-black sweater), made a list of shit to get down, and flew out the door leaving a sight of dancing debris behind. I worked in the studio like a whore and was rewarded with a huge bucket of self-gratification. I am content... it feels good.

Now the key thing is to do the same tomorrow. If it doesn't feel right... I'll still do it like a porn star (meaning: Although it may be hard at first, keep doing it. Eventually it will be fun, you might have to fake it, but the reward is there in the end.)

Good-Night....