Hair Havoc

First of all, I was going to talk about music as well as hair in this post, so my original Title was Hair Havoc and a Little Singing. I don't have time for the music part, but I'd like to say that I accidentally almost titled this post Hair Havoc and a Little Sinning *chuckle chuckle chuckle*

Second of all, for this post to make sense, I would suggest you click on the link below and read the post titled Hair in my other blog first.

Third, I'd like to make a comment about my latest haircut.

So, I got a haircut last Thursday, and I must say, to be completely honest, I love it. However, it certainly didn't start out that way. I walked in to the hairdressing place, I said hi to my hairdresser, and she said, "Ok, today we're dying your hair." (Time for panic attack.) She then pulled out a bowl full of PLATINUM BLONDE (!) coloured chemicals and started putting my hair up in what felt like an alien headdress. Thankfully the potential platinum disaster turned out to be only a bunch of streaky little highlights, which apparently looks great when you chop half the hair off a person's head with what looks like butcher scissors (hurrah for short hair!). Rub in a ton of hair-gel, and VOILA, one sexy spiky haircut for a girl who's never dyed her hair.

However, the point of this is not to brag, although that might be a bit of an interior motive. My haircut just got me thinking about what we as a society value. I have gotten multiple compliments on my hair every day this week, sometimes more than once by the same person, sometimes more than once by the same person more than once a day. And yet Grace, Grace raises $7500 dollars for cancer by doing something that most girls would dread, but does she get as many compliments from our peers? No. So, what's more important, then? Shaving your head in memory of your friend, or getting highlights? Evidently it's the highlights. And I think that there's something dead wrong with that.

Death (Delete delete delete)

I've been meaning to post these guys for awhile now, but haven't had the occasion to put them up.  This used to be a post about how my March Break was a failure, but I hate whining, so I deleted it.

Anyway, this was an art project done back in November.  The assignment was to take something natural, something God-made, and slowly morph it into something man-made.  A lot of people were doing fast animals turning into vehicles, but I wanted mine to be reflective of the situation that I was in.  I don't know why, but I decided to choose fire.  My brainstorming went something like this...Fire... how did man corrupt fire?  Man used fire to create things, great things, terrible, but great.  Man uses fire to create weapons that kill and disease... fireball... nuclear weapon... death... skull...  Fire Turning into Nuclear Hazard sign.

I'm not such a huge fan of the first one, and the photo that I took for it is blurry, but I really like the fourth one.

Life in general

The generic greeting from one person to another is "How are you?" The generic answer is "Fine."

I have a problem with both.

See, around my school it can be a bit of a sketchy question to ask, as not only did we deal with the death of Geoffrey this year, one of the most-gone-to churches just lost a member of their youth group to (surprise, surprise) cancer.  He was the same age as Geoff, strangely enough.

The second problem that I have is how the hell I'm supposed to answer the question.  Generally when it's asked, I'm not in the depths of despair, so I could say "fine" with a clear conscious.  But am I really fine?  The answer is no.  So, I could say, "Well, actually, my life feels like crap because I think that I have depression resulting from my friend's premature death from cancer."  However, when a person says something other than the generic answer, it gets people unnerved.  So, then comes a lot of uncomfortable questions.  *Sigh*

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I am suddenly REALLY hungry.