Twenty-Five Minutes

I'm in the process of dying my hair and while I sit here trying not to drip this chemical concoction onto the keyboard I wonder if twenty-five minutes is anywhere near enough time for me to write a post. Probably not so I will have to keep an eye on the time as I type.

As much as I don't want to be addicted to MySpace, I am. I don't comment to people anywhere near enough but I can't think of the last time I let a day go by without checking it. There's barely any pictures of me on my page, I hope to fix that, especially after our vacation. (Which is only twenty five days away! I always get nervous before I travel, ugh.) Jeeze, my hair is like twice as long as it was in one of those pictures. I want to change my background again too. It's like the furniture in my apartment, after a couple months I get the itch to rearrange.

It was great seeing your MySpace page, my dear Doppelganger. I feel I know you so well and to see you and know you a little better shines a little light on my friend in the dark. I hope you feel the same. (It must be a weird little insight into my ranting about my friends considering I have mentioned about half the people on my friend's list, ha! Hell my top four are Our Bum, Ketchup, Tall and Hairy, lol. I need a bigger group of friends gosh darn it.)

Ketchup had to work early tonight so I've spent the last glorious hour alone. I vacuumed and now I sit with this gunk on my head. (For reference, I haven't seen my natural hair color since I was in eighth grade. I actually haven't dyed it in a couple months but I decided if I am going to go visit grandma it should at least all be one normal color, light brown for now but I gotta say I prefer the reds. I am a redhead at heart, my hair proves it every time I try to get rid of it.) It's still another hour and a half until the hubby gets home, yay for that.

We've been playing UNO the past few nights and you really do forget about the camera a lot. We got one of those green florescent light bulbs and have been using that as our living room lighting. (It was awesome during the heat, you almost tricked yourself into thinking it was cool, heh.) After forgetting about the camera it's funny to hear someone ask, "So... why is your room green?" Orange Christmas lights and barely anybody comments but you go green and everyone wants to know why. Silly.

Oh yeah! I have become rather popular with teenage boys on Call of Duty 4, it's awesome. It's like several fifteen year old boys from Iowa that all know each other and some how they got it into their head that I was cool. One of them asked me to be his godmother, another calls me his ninja (I donno where that came from) and another giggles every time I laugh because he says he loves my laugh. The best part, someone talks shit to me, they step up and defend me. There is a kid we play with in UNO who is the same way, he verbally bitch slapped two different guys last night for being rude to me. Teenage boys can be so cute sometimes. I love it. God bless boys with sisters and moms.

Oop! My twenty-five minutes are up!