That's all I have to say after seeing the first episode of Band of Brothers. I'm going to watch the rest later today so that I can focus tomorrow completely on The Big Event. I am determined to have an entry that is not about The Big Event. So I am going to talk about how much I wish I had red hair.

It started in elementary school where a little girl with curly red hair MG sat in front of me in class because her last name starts with a G and mine with an H. It was a gorgeous red-gold color and hung down her back in perfect little ringlets. My hair, straight and black, is the complete opposite of hers. I moved to another school district and there I met a girl named CC whose hair was even more gorgeous than MG's because it was less frizzy and was a richer color. I also wanted CC's hair. Proving that the higher power does have a sense of humor, CC wanted my hair because it was low maintenance. Throughout junior and high school, CC and I would have the same conversation every month and it went a bit like this:

CC: You're so lucky. I wish I had your hair. I bet you just wake up and brush it, don't you.

Me: Well yeah. But I can't do anything with it. It just wants to hang there! I wish I had your hair. All those curls! Mine would never curl like that in a million years.

CC: It only looks like this because I use half a can of mousse every morning. I hate my hair!

Me: I hate my hair!

Most of the time, we'd skip straight to the part about hating our hair and wanting the other's and then we'd sulk together at the injustice of it all.

I can't dye my hair red because the color I want would look stupid on me and I don't want to deal with the maintenance. I haven't outgrown my appreciation for a fine head of red hair though. Which is why I find Damien Lewis, talented red-haired British dude, hot.