aside from getting a job, i've done nothing this week.
well, three important things have happened.
tuesday night i saw "batman begins."
wednesday night i saw "batman begins."
yesterday afternoon i saw "batman begins."

this is all true.

the relationship between "haircolor" and "fun" is something i've always written off as a myth. blond, brunette, red, pink, blue, green, whatever, no relation. i've been recently re-thinking this, however, when someone brought to my attention that i haven't been blond for awhile.

to visually demonstrate my eventual point, here is a timeline of my haircolor-to-fun ratio, scaled one to ten (one being multiple viewings of "boat trip" and ten being u2 and the red hot chili peppers co-headlining a benefit concert just for me).

birth: black hair. i don't remember birth as being "fun," but i also don't remember birth as being not "fun."
average fun level: 5.

pre-k: red hair. naturally red hair is hard to come by, so that deserves points within itself. also, life is pretty solid at this age, despite my general lack of communication skills.
average fun level: 8.

kindergarten - sixth grade: the red fades to a brilliant blond. i mean brilliant blond. the kind of blond that girls pay ungodly amounts for and can never quite reach. in this period of time, i learn the multiplication tables with marshmallows and am exposed to the wonders that are the oregon trail and number munchers.
average fun level: 7.

seventh grade - ninth grade: the blond becomes slightly darker and less covet-worthy. this is junior high, and nobody liked junior high.
average fun level: 3.

tenth grade - twelfth grade: blonder than most, but still not the blond of my youth. high school holds a decent amount of fun, but in the bad ways (until the wdby/mv switchover, that is). get my heart broken, start smoking, steal construction equipment, and co-create a website about how our band teacher is the devil. mounds view was a better choice.
average fun level: 4.

freshman year, first semester: same ol' blonde, but much more fun. (seriously, sharing a stomach of steel with koegel and battling to the death over petty things with pelowski? not much beats that.) getting into the swing of school and attempting to balance alcohol vs. class was a struggle that can't exactly be described as "fun," however.
average fun level: 6.

freshman year, second semester: BROWN. the day after i dyed my hair much darker than i could ever remember it being, we went to the party that would come to define everything that became important to us. (also some other pretty important things happened at that party, but there's no need to discuss it here. those poor elementary school kids... and unsuspecting music majors....)
average fun level: 9.

may, june '04: brown. happy. karaoke. hacking. damn.
average fun level: 6.

july '04: rock climbing in colorado for 30 days will do crazy things to a girl's hair color, resulting in a disgusting bleached-out brown - slash - nearly blond.
average fun level: 7.

august '04 - sophomore year: brown. ups and downs. hair color remains a firm brown.
average fun level: 7.

present day: brown, employed, and satisfied.
average fun level: 6.

after careful calculations, here are my results:
average fun level as a blond: 5.
average fun level as anything but a blond: 6.857143

therefore making my point:
haircolor matters, and blonds do not have more fun.

as for a job, i have one.
as for a project, i have quite a few.
as for music, i've got james brown.
as for tom cruise and katie holmes, i say "sick."

clifford out.