bedhead-ed

Introduction:
it is seven-o-clock in the morning. i went to bed sometime after 12:30 last night, which gives me enough sleep to put on a facade of cognition without actually having anyone behind the curtain. i have a test later today, and i'm not yet prepared; anxiety level is running higher than average. aside from these two things, what more introducksun do you need?
thEsis:
this should be that friends should not let friends write tired. but it's not. you're too late (or early, as the case may be)for that. real thesis: there are three different kinds of bedhead--the good, the bad, and the ugly.
bodY:
the first type of bedhead--the good--is the obviously the most mild of the three. the Mama bear, if you will. this is the i-did-my-hair-before-going-to-sleep-and-slept-in-the-most-awkward-position-ever-to-keep-it-that-way style. admittedly, i've pulled this stunt on multiple occasions, usually when i know that someone is going to "kidnap" me early in the morning, or my brothers are going to force me into family activities before i have a chance to look anything close to alive.
type numbero two: the bad. this is the average bedhead. it's generally not too messed up; a little frizzy, flat on one side, and a couple of curly roostertails for spice. this style is, in fact, increasingly becoming a socially-acceptable doo. it's usually accompanied by tight pants and heavy eye-liner. sadly.
as for the third, and final, type of bedhead, the best way to describe it is through anecdote: my brother's been growing his hair out recently, and it's gotten to the stage where there is a great variation in lengths, though all go past his ears and on a whole it looks like a hollywood science experiment gone wrong. think elephant toothpaste. it was in this circumstance that my brother retired. when we finally pried him from his bedsheets in the morning, it was evident that he'd had a hard night. his hair gave all the expression that his could not--it was as though a cottonball had been doused in alcohol and lit with a blond fire, then tied into knots by a brand new boyscout who was running around on carpet in his socks. such hair stood in blatant defiance of the laws of gravity except for a slight undulation as my brother walked.
and that is only the ugly for my brother's shaggy, overgrown mane. one can only imagine the effect with over twice the length and the stress of finals adding to the mixture. the ugly is not to be mocked. it is to be feared.
ConclUsion:
the day may come when you will encounter me, or some other helpless, psychotic undergraduate in such a state as i currently am: in my pajamas, slumped against my computer, eyes half-closed and bleary, hair half-way between the bad and the ugly, chewing on a pen and muttering to myself as an occasional tremor shakes both my head and hand. should this happen, do not walk away! please gently remove the keyboard from my flighty fingers, the pen from my mouth (there's probably one in my hair as well), ignore my senseless scholastic prattle, wrap my in a blanket, and send me to the couch.

imagery

a sequence of morning thoughts at house over breakfast:
-you know, fairytales aren't all that they're cracked up to be...
--yeah, like, do you know how much it could hurt if someone climbed your hair? plus, imagine the slip ends.
-do you know how hard it would be to climb hair?
--very true. unless you put some hairspray or something in it to give it texture.
-or you could use all that hairspray to rat it.
--that would make an awesome afro. repunzal at the disco...

there are few things better on halloween than having a friend come to visit you at work dressed as ghangis khan. mav, your cousin is my hero for the day.

f.h.e-stranged

my brother decided to go to a friend's fhe tonight, and took the car, so i couldn't go to my own fhe. it's fine, because i've just been doing homework, but my family has gotten progressively weirder as the night's gone on. they're decorating for halloween, in traditional family style, aka: dressing up stuffed animals to hang around the house. so far we have a flying, winged, devil-monkey; a bulldog dressed up as a bunny; and a skeleton with the face of strongsad. i'm not sure what to think yet, but i'm pretty sure it was a good idea on nathan's part to take his friend elsewhere instead of staying here as he originally thought.

all of the above?

the week has spawned some peculiar questions, and i really like getting answers. one funny thing though is that there are many people (okay, one in particular) who way over-analyze them. just say no. in any case, i'm still curious, and these tell more about you than most getting-to-know-you questions, so i'd appreciate answers to at least one of the following. bonus points if you make me laugh! also, feel free to ask any questions pressing on your mind (what do you do with a drunken sailor?).

-if you were in a commercial, what product would you endorse and why?
-what was your favorite halloween costume you've had? what are you planning on being for halloween?
-what's your favorite christmas treat or smell?
-what reminds you most of home, and what do you miss most (this is best for those still under their parents' roof)?
-describe one of your elementary school teachers and your perception of him/her.
-what age do you perceive yourself to be and why?
-tell me a story.
-pick a number between yes and purple