Well, just secured me some tickets for Tori at the Universal Amphitheatre on December 17th. I dragged myself into work sick as a dog to make sure I made the pre-sale on the SupaFast connections here. I do not GET why within three seconds of going on sale I was unable to get good seats. Who are all these magical mob people who are able to get better seats? What do I have to do to become one of them? Grah. I can already tell I'm going to be in a frenzy that day. I will be so torn between The Two Towers coming out and the concert, I'll probably just walk around in circles babbling to myself. God, I'm SUCH a nerd.
So, the other day I colored my hair. No big deal, I do it all the time (actually too much). But this time I decided to go back to dark. I flirt with going back to my natural color often but always end up back at some wacky shade of red. This time I went full out and am now a dark, dark chocolate. A funny thing about living in California is, people here seem to think dark hair is a sign of weakness or satanism. I came in to work wearing a black dress and my hair dark, and got endless comments asking "who died?", "where's the funeral?", and "are you from the Matrix?" I feel like Lisa Simpson: "Yes, I'm going to marry a carrot."
I'm loving it. My eyes look sharper and more green, and my skin is all pinky and fresh. I'm probably more my real self than ever, and that's good, even if it scares me. I actually saw a little of the Italian in me when I was getting ready this morning. Wowza. This British producer at the infomercial workout thought I looked great, and really, those Brits seem to know what's up. She thought my eyes were shining, and really that's a much nicer compliment than being asked if I'm Alias a hundred times.