“Somewhere Out There” by Our Lady Peace serves as a perfect ending to the day… “Last time I talked to you, you were lonely and out of place. You were looking down on me, lost out in space. We laid underneath the stars, strung out and feeling brave. I watched the red orange glow, I watched you float away. All we are is all so far… You’re falling back to me, the star that I can see. I know you’re out there, somewhere out there. You’re falling out of reach, defying gravity. I know you’re out there, somewhere out there…”

So I finally got around to dyeing my hair on Saturday. I am not sure if it was a combination of boredom or just because I wanted a change. All of Friday whilst I was at work I was getting weird “dye vibes” and after I left work I said to myself that I would definitely walk into my local pharmacy and pick up some dye. I knew I was definitely going to do it this time but had not decided on a colour. I was leaning towards brown or red. The dyeing went fine and I was left with a new head of dark brown hair. Quite subtle and in my eyes looked a bit dark. So, the following day, retouched it to make it lighter. Now it’s a subtle shade of chestnut brown with a reddish tint in daylight so it seems I got the best of both worlds. Must be even more subtle than I thought since I spent the whole day with Chris today and he didn’t even notice. Hmmm, according to Yogi, noticing when people have new haircuts/hairstyles is a feminine/gay-male quality. I’m not sure if that is really true or if it just feels true. I can’t help it if I’m attentive to detail!
Nearly everytime I speak to Yogi, he surprises me with something new. We were chatting once again about his approach and opinions on relationships and despite sounding a little over the top at times, I must admit he is usually right about things. I just don’t always agree with his methods. One nugget of information that surprised me recently was when he told me he had saved all the letters/e-mails he and his girlfriend had exchanged (even before they got together). It surprised me because even though he is the romantic type I didn’t think he was sentimental like that. But thinking about it, aren’t all romantics sentimental? And what if you’re a hopeless romantic? Does that make you a hopeless sentimentalist? It seems that inside every tough guy is a soft beating heart and when they show this, they do so in their own astounding ways. He’s more sensitive than I give him credit for sometimes.

Went and saw X-Men 2 today, which was much better than the first one. Chris was wondering how busy the cinema would be and how many rowdy school-kids would be in attendance. There were many kids in attendance but since the theatre was packed out with adults mainly, they seemed quieter than I had expected. It was a good thing we got there when we did because there were only around 100 people in the foyer, meaning we still managed to get seats in the area where we wanted. Tip: Head towards the front of the auditorium, because all the kids set up camp at the back. We sat towards the front just to keep away from the noisy kids but it seemed that we sat next to the rowdiest of them all: an Australian man in his mid to late 20s! At every scene that involved fighting and/or CGI sequences, he would sit up in his seat and yell “Awesome!” or “Wow!” and other awe-induced words to that effect. I can’t describe how he reacted to these scenes other than that it was like he had been living underground for the last 10 years and had no idea of how much technology had progressed over the years. He was there with who might have been his girlfriend too. Chris and I were speculating how “Awesome!” it would have been if he was actually there on a first date with the girl, since his reactions could only have secured him a lifetime of celibacy.