January 11, 1999.

I got my hair cut today. I've been meaning to for some time, ever since I went in to get styled for grad photos in mid-November. "You have this dead patch on the back of your head," she said simply. "It's all dull & the hair is broken. You're going to need some layers or something to take care of it." Through a careful series of bleachings, I've turned my hair from a healthy curly mass to a ramrod-straight, baby fine mop...and this was the result. Tangling had the potential to ruin my hair, and the back of my hair gets tangled a lot (shut up, you.)

Now I've got this really short wispy little bob...the kind of hair I thought other girls treated as an intermediary stage. I was not happy at all as I left the salon. Well, I thought, thank God for hat weather. But it's gradually overcome my resistance, and I'm now convinced that I'm adorable. Not particularly pixie-ish (don't have the cheekbones, love), but very cute. And I'm extremely happy with the pomade she slicked on...it feels good and I smell great.

Not bad for a night of staying in & doing homework.

Not much to relate about today...went to class, read some campus papers, hung out in Diabolo's and had an extended Tea. Found out what music was playing when Guy lost his virginity...not that I'll be using it as cocktail party conversation, but it's another weird fact to squirrel away. Thought about the Boy. Read a few journals. Fought rush hour traffic.

Gee, I'm boring these days.

"How much more un-boring do I have to be?"

- me at tea, quite defensively