And the Winner Is: I Have No Idea

Well, I can safely say that I kicked all sorts of acoustic ass.

I took the stage with no fear and minimal Jim Beam (relatively speaking, of course) and sang my heart out. Trouble is, they didn't announce who was moving to the next round, so while I'm 99.98% sure I'm advancing, I can't say for sure.

Behold: the shortest video ever and ... it's sideways.

No matter. The important part is that I did it and that Lorelai made out with a hot (HOT!) soldier boy.

I'm all for supporting our troops, if you know what I'm sayin'. And shame on you if you don't.

Thank you to all of you who came out (JennyJenny in da house!) and those of you who wanted to be there—it means a lot, it really does. I don't know where I'm going with this music business, but everything in me says I need to take steps forward, so onward ho! (How apropos.)

In other news, I got my hair did.

I've been kicking around the idea of going shorter for some time, so I walked into a salon Saturday morning and found Annakin (for reals), my very gay, Hong-Kong-ese shear prince.

"Oooooooh. I'm going to give you something fun," he said in his very sing-song voice. It is, indeed, fun. Kicky, if you will. Will you?

But now, I am tired. So, please to enjoy these exquisite photos of my new hair while I go to sleepies. I had to get all "MySpace" photo tactical maneuvers on yins--pardon me for looking like every other angsty 17-year old. 'Cept I have better hair.

I'd hate to have to kick your ass. Doesn't mean I won't do it, though.

Why yes, I did, in fact, try to make my hair match the walls. I gave up long ago on the curtains matching the drapes, though.

The angle of my dangle. Just want ya'll to know, that's a portrait of a bare-breasted woman behind me. I incorporate boobs in every facet of my life: writing, cooking, decorating, etc., etc. ad nauseum.

Don't make me come in there, what with me wearing a clip and all.

In the Comments section, tell what you're moving forward with and also what you think of my new hair.