Okay, I made an appointment today to get it "reshaped." We'll see what that does. The woman on the phone was like, "Lori, it's so cute though!" which was the first and only compliment I got, so I think today may be an okay day. Anyway, a woman named Kelly will be fixing it because Celeste isn't in today, and Kelly is also a "master stylist." Not much will be done, and to be honest I don't even know what I hope or expect it to look like, I just hope I walk out of there thinking better. Luckily my hair grows so damn fast. It'll be a whole new hair cut in a month. I bet I see some changes in a week. It's just that first day out of the salon is killer. Never looks like your own hair. My mom just said to me on the phone, "You know the saying, 'The difference between a good haircut and a bad haircut is two weeks.'" Let's hope so.

But I was speaking of Kelly's and would like to return to briefly discuss Kelly Clarkson before I go running and lifting, and then I need to discuss some body images on TV as well. I've been thinking about it, and I know believe that Kelly Clarkson has the best voice of any woman out there today. I'm serious. Oh, except Brittany Murphy, who is my new favorite person in the world and I want her to be my best friend. Back to Kelly. I was watching that young chick, Avril, in some concert on MTV. She was doing a great job, but like three songs into it, I could hear the nods developing on her throat. She was straining with all that jumping around and all those high notes. She was pushing so hard to hit the high ones and could only speak the low ones. Not in anyway implying I could do better, I'm just observing. Granted, she's jumping up and down, but that girl IS going to hurt her throat if she begins a whole career of that. You think it can't happen, but my friend who has one of the most beautiful male voices I've ever known just had surgury done for a burst lump in his throat, and he can't speak for three months and then has to get a vocal coach to learn how to speak and sing correctly. It's horrifying, and this Avril chick is on a direct flight to that destination. But even when she sounded good, she got me thinking of Kelly, and it became so clear - she's a better singer than everyone. Everyone is processed, is weak. Even the strong range kids don't sound so rich, so trained, so natural, so fluid, so powerful. Even Christina Aguilera. Christina has an amazing voice, but Kelly can do everything she can do, but sound even richer. Kelly Clarkson is the Merlot to everyone's Coke. Anyway, if this chick doesn't win, then America might even be more stupid than I thought. And if she doesn't win and no one signs her anyway and I never hear that talent again, I'm going to kill someone. Or maybe I'll hire her to come sit in my room and sing...and remind me that I can't do what she does.

I have more to say, so I'll write more later, but it's sunny, not a cloud in the sky, and 68 degrees. I'm not wasting this day in my cave staring at a computer screen. Lates...