A (small) Plethora of Thoughts

There are some things in the world that I can't get enough of. A catchy tune, for example:



More accurately, it's the artist that I can't get enough of. He makes being a musician look so damn easy. There is a very long list of things that I wish I could do, and being a pianist/acoustic guitarist/vocalist is at the very top. But my singing voice is for shame, and if ever there was an appropriate time to purchase an instrument to learn on, well that time is definitely not now. Sigh..

In unrelated news, I have just recently taken my first tip-toed steps into the world of hair color. The best advice on the subject is to not do your own hair at home. Well, I reject that advice on the grounds that I can't afford the salon and that other women seem to be perfectly capable of doing it themselves. So last Friday I attempted to put a few sparse blonde highlights into my hair. The results were certainly eye-catching...much in the same way that a derailed train is eye-catching. A basic summary would say that the back of my hair ended up yellow, the right side streaked, and the left side looked almost untouched. I'm just not a fan of the big chunks of fake blonde "highlights" on dark hair, which is what I got even though it's the very thing I tried to avoid. Now a second box of hair color is sitting on my dresser, waiting for me to grow the gonads to attempt to cover my disasterous highlights with Deep Bronzed Brown. All of my fingers and toes are crossed in hopes that I won't bungle it all up worse.