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It would appear to be that time of the year again.

Once again, I am locked in the struggle of deciding whether or not to cut my hair. This is not a new battle for me, it's something I'm quite used to. But, I'm never quite able to make the decision. Once, a few years ago, I was forced into cutting all of my hair off because it was so damaged (long story, but involves attempting to get my much beloved purple dye out of my hair so that I could get a big girl job, it wrecked my hair and my self image, I've never quite recovered). Now, I'm just getting irritated with it. Mostly out of boredom.

It's just about down to my waist again and in the same style as it has been for the past thousand years. Straight, because that's all it will do, with baby doll bangs. Currently, I'm in the middle of trying to grow the bangs out and thusly, have been wearing them side-swept for the past two weeks. But, it's starting to get on my last goddamn nerve and I think I'll wind up cutting my bangs again. The main length could do with a trim at the very least, it's gotten a bit straggly because it hasn't been cut since...errr...the last time it was cut. I honestly don't remember. And I haven't dyed it in two months, which nicely showcases all of my grey hair.

The question remains, what do I do with it? I've pondered bobbing it and not dying it black again (at least for some time, I always go back to this colour). If I cut it short, then the remaining black dye and the undyed regrowth would be quite easy to change to another colour. But, the only other colour I would want to dye it, red, is just too much work to keep up. Red is even worse than black, for fading. I've also pondered just redying the whole damn thing, as routine, and just getting it trimmed. Keep the bangs or no? I can't decide.

What I do know is that I feel horrible unattractive because of it. Raggy, unkempt, faded dye hair. As my mother used to say when I came out of my room looking particularly questionable, "You look like nobody loves you." I look like nobody loves me. Very irritating.

What, did you think this entry was going to be about Target Halloween shopping? Pshaw. The season has hardly even begun, my friends. Wait until next week, when everything starts really hitting the stores. I'll not only be complaining about the state of my hair at that point, but I'll also be crowing endlessly about the little bat and pumpkin tzotchkes I picked up (thereby making it very difficult for any of my friends to do anything resembling birthday shopping for me).

hee.

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My first week of college, down.

It wasn't all that bad, I reckon. I hesitate to say that my Algebra class is going a lot more smoothly than I had anticipated because I know the second something of that sort escapes my mouth, I'm going to get blindsided by crazy math. But, after two classes I still don't want to bash my head in with a brick and that's always promising. At my second class, I have it twice a week, I even managed to discover that I wasn't the dimmest person there. Our homework assignment had a bit of a tricky question, it involved negative numbers, and the professor hadn't gone over that topic in class. While I'm ass at Algebra, I'm generally good at dealing with negative and positive numbers. This comes from having to constantly figure out bounced checks, see. So, I didn't have any problems with it. A few other people did and that made me a little grinny.

I had a little trouble with my Wednesday homework because it involved pre-Algebra things that I didn't have a good grasp of (I told you I'm bad at math), but the Engineer helped me through it and now I think I'll be ok. It's in my head and hopefully won't disappear into the ether any time soon.

My other class, English Composition, I only have once a week. It was a bit difficult to sit through that one, mostly because everything that the professor is going over, I know already. And it's rather difficult to not put my hand up every single time he asks a question. I don't, after all, want to be some obnoxious Hermoine-type. A lot of my classmates don't seem to have a good a grasp on this subject as I do and I could see that it was paining the professor whenever he would ask a question and no one would answer. He did, however, see me fighting with myself to not shoot my hand in the air every time he asked something of us and his lips twitched with laughter every time I sat on my hands and started making uncomfortable faces. I sit directly up front as well, so everything I did, he could see. After class, I was standing outside the building on my cell phone because Angel had called. When he passed by me, he called good night and gave me a huge grin. We have to write several issues this semester, in different styles. I think I'm going to pick as many outlandish subjects as possible, to keep him entertained. I'm sure he's tired of reading the same tripe.

My other two classes don't start until next week. They're online and I really am not sure what to expect with them. Joanna has debriefed me on how online classes generally run, but I'm still a little sketchy. I haven't received any kind of notification yet about the ins and outs of these classes, so I'm a bit afraid of the date coming up and not knowing what the hell to do.

Today, I didn't have class because it's Labor day. I'm celebrating Labor day by actually going to work (need the overtime, need the extra hours to get work done), but I'm a little ticked that I'm missing a class because of this holiday. Tomorrow's English Comp, but I lost a day of Algebra.

Ten more minutes until I can leave the office. I've spent all day long listening to the same Tom Waits album, over and over again, at ear-shattering volumes.

Sometimes, I'm very pleased when I'm just about the only person in the building.