I dunno, guys. I just don't know.

And I have less than a day to figure it out.

Wanting to have red hair is a sign that I'm changing, and I know it. I had decided a long time ago that the day I get red (real red) hair is the day that I begin changing. Silly, I know, but it's what I had decided as a little girl.

It seems to be that one color that everyone wishes they had the guts (and skin tone) to pull off. Reading about Ireland; the high cliffs and ocean spray, kegs of ale, dashing brawny men with swords and accents and the high-strung, gorgeous, independent women they suddenly come to love and eventually marry in the last chapter. Heart-throbbing, yes. I know.

To me it symbolizes passion and excitement - a want for something and a drive, like a will, a mind-set. When I think of having red hair, I think of stilettos and slinky dresses. I think of scarves and freckles on pale shoulders. The sea. Carnivals. Birthday parties. Waterfalls. Espionage. It makes me yearn for things that I've always wanted. And maybe, just maybe with it I'll get them.

A childhood promise to ones-self. Red hair is the day.

So we'll see where it takes me. We'll see if having red hair truly makes a difference in my life.

And speaking of being wild and crazy: Kavin might be taking me to a Rave in Kimberley on the 3rd. Oh yeah. A rave. Sometime soon he and Anna and I are going out to buy some sunglasses and funky clothing "and shit". ;D

~K.L.

say something~

I dunno, guys. I just don't know.

And I have less than a day to figure it out.

Wanting to have red hair is a sign that I'm changing, and I know it. I had decided a long time ago that the day I get red (real red) hair is the day that I begin changing. Silly, I know, but it's what I had decided as a little girl.

It seems to be that one color that everyone wishes they had the guts (and skin tone) to pull off. Reading about Ireland; the high cliffs and ocean spray, kegs of ale, dashing brawny men with swords and accents and the high-strung, gorgeous, independent women they suddenly come to love and eventually marry in the last chapter. Heart-throbbing, yes. I know.

To me it symbolizes passion and excitement - a want for something and a drive, like a will, a mind-set. When I think of having red hair, I think of stilettos and slinky dresses. I think of scarves and freckles on pale shoulders. The sea. Carnivals. Birthday parties. Waterfalls. Espionage. It makes me yearn for things that I've always wanted. And maybe, just maybe with it I'll get them.

A childhood promise to ones-self. Red hair is the day.

So we'll see where it takes me. We'll see if having red hair truly makes a difference in my life.

And speaking of being wild and crazy: Kavin might be taking me to a Rave in Kimberley on the 3rd. Oh yeah. A rave. Sometime soon he and Anna and I are going out to buy some sunglasses and funky clothing "and shit". ;D

~K.L.

say something~