we have powerlines in our bloodlines

i just finished dye-ing my hair red. it's this bright red [almost] which just means that it's going to fade at this ridiculous pace. but i like it, and my roots were almost bad.

i felt all contorted and sick today. the heat just wears at me constantly. and when i think that i am leaving for vegas on sunday, i know it's insanity. i just run really hot, and when the weather is stifiling my body doesn't adjust well. it's more than just copious amounts of sweat, it's shake-iness and the such.

i am reading this fabulous book, status anxiety. i am obesessed with it. alain de botton, i need to meet you and talk about proust with you and art and it's place in society. he was using status as an element in literature; and going over mansfield park/madame bovary/tess, and having him speak to them made them come alive. i forgot how much i hated madame bovary and instead was mad i hadn't picked up on the pacing used before.

i could go on about his observations of human character and etc., but then i would just be openly gushing.