#1 Read some of the stuff I'm writing sometime!  The business section, or Heartland.  Some ideas if you're ever bored one day...   Soon, I'm going to be doing more for Tennis-X.com.  Hitchhike over to that site sometime in the near future!
#2 I am not Megan Fox! See? I changed my hair color.
Because I was sick and tired of people in general and I guess, loads of tourists saying, "HEY! THAT'S MEGAN FOX!" or snapping cell photos of me while I am eating, I decided to change my hair once and for all.  Actually, it went more like 85 percent of the time, people said I was Megan Fox and the other 15 percent was "THAT'S Katy Perry-Miley Cyrus-Jennifer Connelly-fill in the blank with a generic celebrity brunette girl who looks nothing like me! Oh, MY, GOD!"  *Snap a photo.*

Really, it's one thing if you're photographed by people and that as yourself and something else if you're confused.  That, and most of the time when people aren't telling me I'm Meg Fox, they come up talking to me, "Hey, you're Sally's niece!  You have grown up so much!"  It's like the Asian person stereotype: everyone believes all girls with dark brown hair look alike.

Every time at some modeling thing, ok AND journalism, someone would drop a Megan Fox comment.  By the time a second tennis boy gave me a Megan Fox comment - hey! it was in a cute way! no offense taken - I got fed up.  Let Megan be Megan.  I kind of want to look like myself.  This doesn't seem like a big deal reading it but to hear it every day, and for it to kind of interfere with what I do sometimes got on my nerves.

Make me a real life Barbie, please.
To make sure I'm done with being confused for someone's grandaughter/Megan/ex-boyfriend's sister/etc., I wanted it really impossible that no one else would have something similar.  I walked into the hair salon with a nonhuman photo of a brunette Barbie over at the Bergdorf salon, which I heard was pretty good at giving people what they wanted.

Side note here: earlier in the day, I want to some woman who does some famous print reporters, Campbell Brown, aka. nobody I want to look like although they're awesome folks, who told me, "You should stick to natural.  I'm going to make you look like Charlotte from Sex and the City" after I described her "I want to look like this.  [Rip out photo of Barbie doll.]  Or a Playboy Playmate."  Really, what the heck?  Whenever are these people mentioned in the same sentence as looking like Carmen Electra?

I ended up with a better, younger, nicer girl over at Bergdorf Goodman, who was yeah, cheaper than the other lady.  This took probably four hours at least!  I went in early and ended up leaving in the darkness.  She was really fun to goof around with the whole time I was doing this or it would've been so boring.  The girl mixed up a trunk o' probably three colors to put in plus keeping my real hair as is, plus an additional rinse thing so I suppose that would be...um...5 colors altogether going on?  Anyway, I'm happy with it.