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Sunday, August 13, 2006
teach them all
Born a brunette, this is true. But, as of yesterday afternoon, I am a redhead. A fiery redhead. ;) The color is actually Chocolate Mousse, I don't know why it came out bright reddish/maroonish on me but I think it looks great. It also was the brand that comes with highlights in the box, and so I have bright orangey/reddy highlights to compliment it. I'll really try to get a picture on, it looks so great that I can't let the oppurtunity to show it off pass.
At church a cute little down syndrome boy came up behind me and said "HI" I said hi back, and he sat next to me for about 20 minutes or so, pretty much entertaining himself. Except for the time he grabbed the blanket we were sharing at took it off of me, that was cute even if it left me a little cold. The magnetism that children, especially ones with disailities have for me is baffeling to me. I was allways friends with everyone in elementary. Somewhere between 3rd grade and now, I have stepped away from that natural kindness I used to feel. I've tried to cover up that part of myself over the year with dark clothes, brooding, an expression of someone too angry to be liked. Not that I've been extremely successful at trying to be this strong personality that I've aspired towards, but I realized today how much I cannot hide myself. The person who doesn't like children, who would rather stay home on a friday night, and gives the cold shoulder to guys who appear to be ready to hit on me; well, that person is artificial, no matter how hard I want her to be who I am, that's not who I was born as. The little boy at church saw through my punk-colored hair, piercing, and sturdy/stiff clothes into the calm deamenor that I haven't suceeded in destroying. When he was there, I told myself that I was uncomfortable, and didn't like kids, but then another side of me shown through beyond that. Geeze, how is it possible to stray so far from one's kindred path?
Tonight we have the missionaries coming for dinner. Mom's been so far gone from immersed mormanism that she suggesting having iced tea with our dinner. Even if it is herbal tea, and from Utah, it's still iced tea, which is one of those no-nos, especially to missionaries, who can't even be within arms length of a girl for two years. I convinced her to get some lemonade instead, when we went shopping after church... Another big no-no that we wont tell the missionaries about. If they only knew the kind of trouble we're going through to have them over this evening.
currently listening to: I'm Still Standing by Elton John