HAIR IS (mostly) DONE BEING DYED AND FRIED!!! Or like, technically not dyed at all yet because I still need to tone it but I got was so tired last night that I just had to go to bed....you know, because I'd gotten 3 hours of sleep the night before, like a moron.

Ta-da!!!!Disclaimer: holy fuck I'm so fucking stupid do
not ever bleach your brows like I did because it's SO FUCKING UNSAFE I have no idea what's wrong with me. I had to bleach them
twice to get them this light and at no point did I stop myself!!!!!!! I did, however, comment on how fucking stupid it was multiple times, so maybe that counts?
Anyway, in the continuing tragedy of my weeb life, aka don't take theatre class if you want to stealth write fanfiction because people
will call you out on it, we had to practice verse vs. prose in class today. Our assignment was to write a monologue in prose and then rewrite it in iambic pentameter.
Simple enough, right?
Nope, I was like HOW DO MONOLOGUE???? so my professor elaborated by advising that we think about someone with a strong opinion on something and have them talk about it, etc etc etc, and my fucking Trigun brainworms ass thought process is just a refrain of
MILLIONS KNIVES as I desperately try to come up with
anything else.
Thankfully, my teacher offered to give more specific prompts to anyone who needed one and I was like YES PERFECT something to force my brain to think of something, anything that isn't MILLIONS FUCKING KNIVES.
And so my teacher comes over and gives me
"Someone defending their choices for why they did something" as a prompt.
And then I sit there, silently, not writing, despite the 10 minute time limit ticking down because now there's
no fucking way I'll be free of writing about Knives.
Whatever.
I can handle this; we're not required to share our writing with the entire class and while I do try to push myself to, I'll just keep this one for me. AND SO off I go to bust out as much of a monologue as I have in the remaining time + try to figure out how to manage iambic pentameter.
Eventually, time's up, professor asked how it went, all that good shit- AND THEN. And then, instead of asking us who wants to share, he
pairs us up with our fellow classmates and tells us to share our monologues with each other. COOL. GREAT. EXTRA GREAT BECAUSE I GET PAIRED UP WITH SOMEONE WHO I
KNOW IS A FELLOW WEEB BECAUSE HE
TALKS ABOUT ANIME WITH THE PROFESSOR so my only hope is that
maybe he doesn't watch Trigun.
Unlike my fucking professor, who already maybe sorta caught on that I wrote Vashwood fanfiction for an assignment earlier this month and gave a
very knowing look when he saw me and Liz and our current hairstyles.
BUT I DIGRESS.

I pass him my notebook, which has a tiny shitpost note I left for myself about "lol Knives" in the corner and hope and pray he doesn't notice and/or know what I'm going on about.
SPOILERS: HE DOES. He said I wrote a really good monologue but also that he knew what it was referencing and now I'm dead forever I flew too close to the sun and I've burned up with my love for a dude who named himself MILLIONS KNIVES.
lays on the ground
please remember that I am a 33-year-old with a mortgage and these are still somehow the things that happen to me XD
Tomorrow, we drive to NYC to acquire Chi!!! And also probably stationary from Kinokuniya, because ummmm I need Japanese stationary for Japanese class, obviously.
( bonus pic of me + wife )