Today was an off day. I just spent the day feeling weird and disconnected from myself. I straightened my hair and it’s so long and maybe that’s it. I look totally different with straight hair. It’s like my hair is my identity. When it’s curly and loose I’m all mellow and cool and when it’s straight I’m uptight. I dunno. Maybe. Anyway, I found a white hair yesterday. A big, long, very white hair, growing right out in the front of my hair. Totally noticeable. It kinda freaked me out. I’m 19. I should not be growing white hair. I’ve had gray hairs before but that is totally different from white. My friend joltbloodedpsycho wrote an entry a few days ago or more about his dream mate. Here is mine (because now that I’m getting white hair I need to settle down and find someone to spend my twilight years with): He always laughs at my jokes and not just because he thinks he should but because he actually gets them. He likes my choice in books and knows what I’m talking about when I quote a movie. He is tall and has kind eyes. He believes in love at first sight. He is close with his family. He has morals. He doesn’t think I’m crazy but that I’m unique. And he never criticizes my choice in music. He understands that a person can’t be in a good mood everyday of her life. He knows at least one song by Willie Nelson. (I know that’s weird, but if you can’t appreciate at least one song of Willie’s you have a problem.) He is creative and knows what it means to be alone. He stands up for what he believes in. He respects me. He doesn’t mind my obsession with learning and actually welcomes my incessant questions. He loves me, the actual person that I am not the person that he wants me to be or that I try to be. So there he is. I didn’t base him on anyone I know or have ever known. It’s not so important what he looks like as long as he has a good personality. And who cares about money or cars or cell phones? If he has a good heart then I’m totally there.