Heather: Red? Blond? I'm confused.

Myyyyyy hair. It confuses me(thus the title of this post).

Once upon a time not so long ago, an older lady stopped me in the library to tell me how much she loved my hair. The conversation went something like this:
Randomlady- *Stopping me* I'm sorry dear, but I would just like to tell you how much I LOVE your hair color!
Me- (Thinking: Well, thanks. I worked really hard on it.) Thank you! I rather like it.
RL- Yes, yes. Its just lovely. A beautiful red. You know, I once dyed my hair that color. But it didn't turn out that pretty.
Me- Well, I'm sorry it didn't work out for ya!
RL- Yes, but oh well. Your hair is just beautiful! Gorgeous.
Me- Thank you again!
RL- *Holding me by the elbow* Mmm. *Stares at my hair*
Me- *Feeling rude to tear my arm away from her death grip, I just stand there.*


...Yup. She ended up just walking away after 4-5 minutes of staring at my head.
But anywayyyyys, I'm guessing(by her comments) that she voted it red.

Now, I'd be happy to agree with that! But MANY of my friends get touchy when I call it red, seeing as though its not a true REDred. ...They then have to point out the fact that it really is more of a blond than a red. Hey, TAKE IT UP WITH THE LADY AT THE LIBRARY. She'll knock some sense into you I'm sure. ...Not that I really agree with her that its that red, just, well, I dunno. :P Oh well. You tell me! Red? Blond? Maybe a calmed auburn. So confusing. 

ANYWAYS. So, the last time I posted I told you about my friend and I writing songs together, correct? Well lucky you, I'm gonna post the lyrics to one of our songs. :) ..I guess without the music, its just a poem. But its still hackin' awesome. xD



Neon Forest  -JN&HH
The mice are called to follow
To leap from cloud to puffy cloud
With no restrictions but cuffed to ball and chain

Falling through a red sky in my thoughts again
Landed on a burning cannon
A destroyer being destroyed in what time?
(pre-chorus)
Memories of past and future what feeds the false of life
A realm of blind to see with an open mind
(chorus)
The lovely lady stands over the modern sky
Inviting to every living thing but will deny
Life of a creative bus, rolling through a neon forest

In the distant dimensions of earth
Reality is for the works of surrealism
Oozing out an open wound of not flesh but soul

My mind wanders and looks
Tis what I see the man, or is it the devil?
Surely no, just his helping hand (chorus)


Yuuup. :) It sounds really cool with the music.

Well, I guess its time for me to go do something productive! Toodles, don't spray paint your poodles, and smile. :) <3