I’ve always loved the episode where Lane dyes her hair. I’ve never dyed my hair a crazy color, not even for Halloween. I decided it was about time to try this before I go gray & have to start dying my hair its natural color. So I watched the episode again & decided that I wouldn’t actually bleach my hair. I was terrified of the stinging that Lane was talking about. Also, I don’t have any kind of celery soda to take the pain away.

For the color, I was kind of iffy. Pink was obvious, because I’m a girl. However, the negative association with Pink & Kelly Osbourne ruled out that one. If I really wanted to be like Lane it should be purple, but I was afraid my hair wouldn’t take such a drastic color change without the bleach. Again, I don’t have any celery soda. So I put the color pomade in my hair & I looked so rock & roll. I took a picture. I then proceeded to wash my hair 10-12 times until all traces were gone. I think next time I’ll just photoshop a picture of myself so I have purple hair. I did get the obligatory picture though:

It was time for me to really concentrate on the movie list & watch Paper Moon. I know this movie won several awards, so it wasn’t a part of the bad Gilmore movie nights. I avoided this movie from the 70’s because it was from the 70’s. I hate the faded colors of the 70’s movies. Plus, I can never tell if the men are supposed to be good looking or not, so it’s hard to tell who might be a love interest.

I started the movie & was pleasantly surprised to not have the faded color, but I just couldn’t watch it because it was from the 70’s & for all I knew they were going to fade into that horrible color at any moment. I think I maybe have just created a new phobia, I hope they don’t name it after me.

If I’m going to be a Gilmore Girl, I have to have a Paris to be my foil, challenge me, make me look sweet by comparison. Look, you have to like me people, I’m not nearly as annoying as that girl. Unfortunately, all of my friends are nice.

So I went on a quest to find my very own Paris. I spent some time in the reference section of the bookstore because that’s where it seems like Paris would hang out, but I was in a chain bookstore & I didn’t know if she’d be there. I checked to see if anyone was yelling at the customer service people or saying “This is my natural speaking voice.” I live in a small town so I’m always on the lookout for hungry reporters trying to find the seedy underbelly. “Stars Hollow doesn’t have a seedy underbelly.”

I’m thinking that maybe I’ll just set up some kind of complicated chart system & see who stops to look at it. I really have to find a Paris, otherwise it means that I AM the Paris of my own world, & I just can’t have that.