Blue. Oh, so lonesome for you

In my dream last night I had blue hair. Soft, bouncy, blue hair. It looked awesome.

Last time I had a dream like this I was in high school and not a week later a friend and I were at the store buying bleach and stocking up on Manic Panic.

Back in the day my hair was short, pixie cut, which makes it very easy to change hair color over and over without going bald. My mom protested from outside the bathroom as we began bleaching my hair to an Easter-ish yellow. Then, as we smeared the dark purple/blue dye all over my head, I knew I had made the right decision. An hour later, properly washed and styled, my hair was short, spiky, dark purple and totally fucking awesome.

Now, the thing about a Crayola inspired hair color is, it washes out very quick. Two weeks later my hair had gone from dark purple, to bright blue, to light blue, to silvery blue. And so we slathered my hair in dye again and I was back to dark purple.

Three re-redyes and a couple months later, graduation was fast approaching and my mom demanded that I “look normal” for the photos. (I’d like to point out right now that my sister had bleach blond hair with purple streaks at her graduation. So unfair!) Instead of bleaching the shit out of my hair again I decided to let it fade and grow out.

Let me tell you, purple/blue/silver hair with brown roots doesn’t look so good. It took two attempts to color my hair red before I looked decent again.

If I didn’t work a “normal” job and think my boss’ boss would be a little freaked by me showing up to work with blue hair I’d be in the bathroom right now turning my self back into Sonic the Hedgehog.

p.s. I’ll dig out and upload some pictures later tonight.

When I was 10…

My best friend Jenny and I spent a lot of time during the summer jumping on her trampoline. That was before everyone and their cousin had one, so it was pretty damn cool. I would hop on my bike and ride the winding roads through my sub to her house. We’d kick off our shoes, climb onto the hot canvas and commence bouncing. One of our favorite trampoline activities was to sing while jumping and our song of choice was “Who Put The Bomp“

There are two trampoline related events that are most vivid in my mind. First is Jenny letting me know that unattractive children grow up to be beautiful and beautiful children grow up to be ugly and I was going to be so pretty when I got older. (Well, she was right, I’m totally hottt!)

The second is when Jenny invited all the girls in our 5th grade class (about 12 all together) over to her house for a sleepover. We all piled on to the trampoline – this was before they made those big nets that go around the outside to catch high-flying kids – and bounced around while talking about which boys we wanted to call that night. Then, as usual, came the singing. Of course we chose a classic this time and woke the neighborhood with our rendition of “I Saw The Sign” (which I’m not going to link because I know you know it by heart!)