Remarkable.

I'm not going to blog about my day's event like I usually do. I'm just going to talk about how a certain converstaion with a significant other sparked my interest and stuck out.

So, in first period, I was talking to Eunice and gave me the idea to dye my hair, since I've never done it before. We had come to the conclusion to a reddish-brown and that she'd do it for me sometime at her house. I had my mind set on it. It was change. Change could be good for me. I'm going through so many changes now anyways. Why not one more? I was talking to Trina about it in 6th period today and asked a very close male friend of mine if he thought I should dye my hair, too, since he was right next to us. He said no. I asked why. He said it wasn't like me to do that, that I was more of the "plain-jane, girl-next-door," "subtle" type and not like "the loud bitches who dye their hair." I knew the type he was referring to. Everyone and their mommas bleach and dye their hair nowadays. It was just nice to know that a guy could actually want someone who wasn't like everyone else, who could appreciate me for me and I guess what you can call "natural beauty." He also said that I looked cute today, and he always seems to say it on my grimiest days. So, I finally asked him today, "Wth, I'm wearing a freaking Northface jacket and jeans... how is that cute?" And he replied, "It doesn't matter what a girl wears. A girl can still be cute. Your hair is nice." And I really thought to myself... wow. How many guys actually have a mentality like that? How many guys would find me attractive if I dressed mismatched in raggedy clothes, had yellow hair, wore geeky glasses? It's a breath of fresh air to know that some of humankind isn't all shallow and absent-minded like I thought. Someone who finds me cute when I'm looking a hot mess, tore up from the floor up. Someone who finds my hair nice when I brush it ten minutes before the bell rings for class in my car. Who would've thought.

And I'm sure you guys are thinking that being a girl-next-door type thing isn't necessarily a compliment, but for me, I think it is. It's not like it means that I'm an ordinary girl that you can find someone off the street just like me. It's more of a simplistic person with well, simple desires and ways of life. I'd rather by the plain-jane everyone likes me as now then be like all the other girls out in the open, flaunting anything and everything. I think everyone looks like they're growing up too fast. Juniors look like they're 20, you can find them in clubs. Everyone wants to grow up and there's no preservation of youth anymore. Is it really necessary for me to dye my hair at 17? I know I have this good-girl thing image going me, and everyone is surprised that I've drank before, recently hookah-ed, etc. I guess for the most part, I am a good girl. I believe in rules, I get good grades, but I do break rules once in a while. I guess I'm a good girl with a dash of bad. But, everyone likes it that way. I like it that way. Earlier I said change is good, but I guess being the girl-next-door, plain-jane, good girl image is something I'm not willing to give up just yet, or anytime soon.

I'm not dying my hair anymore.