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Wed, Feb. 20, '02, 2:00 am

My hair looks great. Even redder than last time I had this done. And my hairdresser is cool. She told me she saw Thom Yorke walk right by her on Queen street once and she nonchalantly said "Hey.", and he nodded and responded in kind. "He likes Toronto", she told me. OK, I think she heard that part in an interview or something. But still. She said hi to Thom Yorke like it was no biggie. And she's a big Radiohead fan and had never met him before, so it kind of was a big deal. So she's cool. Plus, she told me whatshisname from Our Lady Peace gets his hair done there, and that "He seems to think he's pretty damn cool" ... I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks he's a raving idiot, with his mock-psychotic video stares and his hideous what-the-fuck-is-that stiff-limbed robot-style dancing, and his horrid wailing voice that makes my ears bleed. How the fuck did Our Lady Peace ever become popular, anyway?

But I digress. Where was I? Oh yeah, I was talking about how cool my hairdresser is.

Man, can you tell I need more friends? That is so incredibly sad.

Umm .. what else? Oh I talked to this guy on the phone tonight, and um ... I mailed my pre-university registration form today. Wheeeee!

I'm tired. Goodnight.

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