That's right, I've dyed my hair blue. Bright, that-color-isn't-actually-found-anywhere-on-planet-Earth, blue. And oh god do I regret it. Not because my hair is blue, that actually looks pretty cool, but because now everything else is blue as well. My face, my neck, my shoulders, the walls of the shower. I scrubbed my face until it was red and painful. Still blue. I scrubbed the shower until I thought the paint was gonna come away. Still blue. At the moment my boyfriend is in there with some of that powdered Comet stuff, trying to get it to come off. Hmm..actually, he just finished and said it's a little better but we'd better hope no one notices. Riiiight. I've done my hair purple before and somehow it wasn't nearly this bad. Maybe it had something to do with the crappy water pressure here. Ah, never a dull moment.I've started reading the Narnia books, and I can tell already that I'm going to be up all night. I still haven't unpacked any of my books yet, because it hardly feels worth it, knowing I'll be moving again in a month or two, but luckily my roommates have quite the extensive collection. My boyfriend and I actually went the whole day without fighting. *gasp* Of course, he was at work a good chunk of the time, but still, he came home and we sort of had a normal conversation. I kind of realized today that I don't really want to leave, because somewhere underneath the fighting we have more in common than any two people I've ever seen. Well, I have a cheap pizza and a movie awaiting me. (Coming to America, with Eddie Murphy. One of those really terrible but hilarious movies, and I paid $7 for the DVD.) Val