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exhilarationReally, I would have liked to go to boarding school as a kid. I know someone who voluntarily went away to a preparatory boarding high school and really loved it. And of course I always harbored the delusion that there was something special about me - I thought I was psychic, I thought I was magic, I thought I could talk to aliens... after I read "Matilda" I was convinced I could move things with my brain, after I read "My Teacher Is An Alien" I was convinced I would one day leave the planet, after I read "A Wind In The Door" I was convinced I could kythe. Fortunately, by the time Harry Potter came along, I had grown out of those delusions, so I never checked and re-checked my mail for my acceptance letter from Hogwarts.
(1 Point) What is my hair color?: CUPCAKE PINK, GUYZ! It's been for about a week and a half now, and it's stayed pretty well. I like how it's layered - my hair was very nearly perfectly white, but my roots were brown - I bleached them, but only bleached them to a pale orange, so my hair is two-toned, bubblegum-icing pink and sorta like flamingo pink at the roots, I like it a lot. Bleaching my hair was getting to be too much of a pain in the ass, and it was also getting kinda stretchy and sticky - meaning it was soon to be goo rather than hair, due to too many bleach sessions.
I started dying my hair when I was sixteen. First I dyed it a deep red. After about a year of being a redhead I moved on to the rest of the rainbow - purple, black, blue, green, etc. It was another couple years before I got really intense with the bleaching. See, my shrink told my parents that they had to give me some freedom and let me make my own choices, so in the space of about a week I dyed my hair, got green contacts, and pierced a second hole in my ears. This was a "phase" - not my phase, my parents' phase. They got over it real quick. But they couldn't stop my hair dying. It's been a fun ride, although I don't really remember what my real hair color looks like. I know it's brown, but I'm not really sure what shade anymore. Dark brown, I guess, but red or blonde highlights? I really have no clue. Don't think I would recognize myself with brown hair.
(3 Points) Name my celeb-crush: I am in love with Leonard Cohen. He is a singer songwriter and he is way too old for me and I really don't care. People say that Tori Amos is the modern Leonard Cohen - oh please. He wrote her songs. Some of them, anyway. Many musicians have covered his songs beautifully. His songs mean so much to me - so much - I sometimes think in verses to his songs - creepy, eh, but it fits.
(1 Points) Do I have any children?:No, I don't have fucking children, what a disaster that would be! I can't have children. I can get pregnant, sure. I could, if pressed, give birth, although being pregnant would probably be extremely difficult. But I don't believe for a minute I could support or raise a child, not do I want to. It would not be right or fair.
(1 Point) What is my hair color?: CUPCAKE PINK, GUYZ! It's been for about a week and a half now, and it's stayed pretty well. I like how it's layered - my hair was very nearly perfectly white, but my roots were brown - I bleached them, but only bleached them to a pale orange, so my hair is two-toned, bubblegum-icing pink and sorta like flamingo pink at the roots, I like it a lot. Bleaching my hair was getting to be too much of a pain in the ass, and it was also getting kinda stretchy and sticky - meaning it was soon to be goo rather than hair, due to too many bleach sessions.
I started dying my hair when I was sixteen. First I dyed it a deep red. After about a year of being a redhead I moved on to the rest of the rainbow - purple, black, blue, green, etc. It was another couple years before I got really intense with the bleaching. See, my shrink told my parents that they had to give me some freedom and let me make my own choices, so in the space of about a week I dyed my hair, got green contacts, and pierced a second hole in my ears. This was a "phase" - not my phase, my parents' phase. They got over it real quick. But they couldn't stop my hair dying. It's been a fun ride, although I don't really remember what my real hair color looks like. I know it's brown, but I'm not really sure what shade anymore. Dark brown, I guess, but red or blonde highlights? I really have no clue. Don't think I would recognize myself with brown hair.
(3 Points) Name my celeb-crush: I am in love with Leonard Cohen. He is a singer songwriter and he is way too old for me and I really don't care. People say that Tori Amos is the modern Leonard Cohen - oh please. He wrote her songs. Some of them, anyway. Many musicians have covered his songs beautifully. His songs mean so much to me - so much - I sometimes think in verses to his songs - creepy, eh, but it fits.
(1 Points) Do I have any children?:No, I don't have fucking children, what a disaster that would be! I can't have children. I can get pregnant, sure. I could, if pressed, give birth, although being pregnant would probably be extremely difficult. But I don't believe for a minute I could support or raise a child, not do I want to. It would not be right or fair.
