hair dye

10 minutes. That's how much longer I have to wait until I wash this dye out of my hair. Yup, I'm dying my hair, red, again.

Trying a new brand makes me scared. Scared that I'll end up fat headed from a horrible allergic reaction; scared that my skin will get dyed (it's sort of happened already); scared that the colour will finally work like it does on white people, and I will end up looking like Ronald McDonald...

We'll see soon enough!

Waiting also gets me thinking about random things. Things like, where the hell is my CD case? I've got hundreds of dollars worth of entertainment in there and I better not have left it at the studio over a week ago. Hopefully it's at home, cuz it's definitely not here at Loo.

I've also been trying to imagine what life in Ottawa will be like. Ottawa is where I've been placed for my first co-op term, starting May. Getting lost in the bus system is almost guaranteed. Getting lost on the Greyhound system? Hope not! I'm afraid. I've been living away from home but I've never been completly detached from family support or the car. There's a first for everything and with any luck I will turn out just fine.

By the way, I got a nice place to live over there. Legit apartment, 1 roomate only. Makes me feel grown up. :)

Time to wash hair! Til next time...