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2002-03-17 - 12:31 a.m. My hair is all gone. My beautiful blue hair... well actually, it was beginning to look a bit ratty. I've been thinking about shaving my hair off again for a little while anyway, and this seemed like a good excuse. I went over to H's house, he got his brother R to come over with some clippers and minutes later... I was bald! Well, not totally bald. I've got about half a millimetre or so of hair... to anyone who has never shaved their head, I can't recommend it enough! It feels great, especially when cycling, showering or swimming, it looks distinctive, and of course, it requires absolutely no maintenance! No brushing or combing or shampooing necessary... huzzah! So, hem, I'm pretty happy about that. I didn't end up going to the blue mountains folk festival. It was all just too much trouble, and I slept in... and I wouldn't have gotten any writing done today if I had've gone, and that would be bad. The habit of daily writing - fostered mainly by this journal - really helps me to feel like there's some point to life. It's funny, routine is so under-rated. So long as I maintain a routine of daily physical, mental, and social excercise, I feel good about life. As soon as I let any one of those things slip, I start to get depressed. The great thing about routine is, though, once you've established a reasonably firm routine then the routine virtually makes the effort for you... just like the automatic way you put one foot in front of the other, once you've established a manner of walking. That reminds me... about the time I was fourteen, I grew really tall very suddenly. I'd always been kind of tall, but I suddenly shot up (to my present height of approx. 6'2") and I found that I had to figure out how to walk again. Not that I was falling over or anything; but it was like I had to try out a bunch of different gaits and choose one I was comfortable with; whatever had been right for me before just didn't work anymore. Anyway. I don't know why I threw that in. - I was just reading over silvergem's diary today, and I was struck by a couple of things... when I first read it, it was sort of, I don't know, the capitalisation got to me, and I didn't like it all that much. But today I found that there was really something quite moving about it, I really liked it, especially a couple of entries from around the middle. It's always a pity, I think, when people give up these diaries. So many people push themselves too hard, I think, and then think of the diaries as work and so stop - like my wonderful friend elipsis, who wrote I think eleven wonderful entries, and then suddenly stopped. *sigh* Anyway, blah blah, I have a picnic tomorrow which I look forward to enourmously, fingers crossed it will be as exciting as I hope it to be. - "She tells everyone she was born in a ditch She backcombs her hair so she looks like a witch" - Richard Thompson - Oh, and the title of this entry - one time after my big sister shaved her head the first time, a stranger in the street shouted at her that she was a "baldy slut". It's since become a bit of a family in-joke.
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