I’m 25. I’ve been getting my haircut at the same place for over 7 years. Except for the brief 6 months after shaving my head. My most recent stylist was out of commission for a while due to a required surgery of the collarbone. So, I ended up getting cut and styled by my cousin’s cousin. She’s a sweety, really, but I like total strangers wacking my hair. I called Cha Cha yesterday and got an appointment. Their interior is faboo. They even have a shampoo and rinse manufactured for them! Wow. Anyhow, Jason cut my hair today. He was really nice. I actually felt comfortable having a conversation about nothing important. The best part of the whole deal is that he gave me a great cut. I’ve had the same cut for almost 2 years and have attempted to change it with little luck. Jason helped me reach this goal today. On another note.. I don’t like Amy’s Organic frozen foods, so why do I keep buying them? Aside from knowing that I’ll feel lazy and hungry at the same time at least once a month, there is no excuse. It’s a damn good thing we stock-pile Sriracha.
Go download some good music. Your mileage may vary. C’mon though, you’ll find /something/ that you like.
Okay, most of the time I am able to maintain some sort of pride throughout the day. However, when people with whom I’ve sustained a 4-year or more scholarly relationship with show up at a place which with I feel comfort, all of that goes to sh*t. Two fellow 1995 (yoo rah-rah) graduates arrived at Mickey’s. And instead of my (very good) pretend-i-don’t-know-ya face, I tap her on the shoulder. WAIT! Why did I do this? I don’t know. I didn’t really want to talk to her. This calls for the classic “WTF!?”. I wasn’t /friends/ with her, I never /shared/ anything with her. The most I did was relieve her obligations with my classroom tomfoolery. Tim will be happy to note that she mentioned him. And goddammit, now I have the hiccups. This will last for at least an hour.
So today is my first day back since I left the office on the 19th of December. I must say it’s only half as much of a relief as I thought it would be. I also didn’t wear at my companion nearly as much as I thought I would; that’s a good thing. The new year was rung in with new friends and old. It was a nice mix of conversation and quiet. Too bad I only remember the first part of the evening. :) Here you go, b o b (and anyone else), MASH.
That means I’m only half awake. Last night was great fun. So much that I didn’t even wake up til around 3 and I might even have to go to bed early. I hope you all had a nice, celebratory time last night and a prosperous new year to you all!
in 2002, that is. It’s been a pretty good year. We spent last new year’s with friends, playing Euchre, being silly. The winter was pretty mild, as I remember. My 25th birthday (in April) was nice. I got my Grandma and her husband to enter a Japanese restaurant. They had teryaki pork, but gramma did try a bit of a California roll. Work was progressively interesting. My job duties changed slightly (and for the better) to be more of a geek. Which is just fine with me. We’ll be working on getting me a permanent position in the coming month. At the end of May, Kurt asked me to marry him. Then followed a long string of celebrations, gifts, cards, hugs and planning. September 17th was the big day. At the end of September, we went to Vegas and had an excellent time (we even plan on going back for my b-day this year). I’d have to say, all in all, it’s been a good one. Let’s hope 2003 is even better.
Kurt got me a Gameboy Advance for the hollydaze. I got him Grand Theft Auto: Vice City.. so we’ve been pretty occupied this week. But enough of Yoshi’s Island; I want more games! Off to eBay I went. In search of those fun little games that I miss [Pitfall!, Dig Dug, Bomberman (TurboGrafx16 era)] and came away with Caesar’s Palace (hooray for video poker!) and Bomberman Blue. Whatever that means. A follow-up to my jail-fan blog-post made earlier this month: He made a collect call to the house this morning, courtesy of the Dane Co Sheriff. I didn’t accept the charges. I’m ’bout to get pissed though. Can’t I tattle on him? I don’t need to. A brief visit to the Wisconsin Circuit Court Access Program tells me that he’s in jail for 3 counts of Driving or Operating a Vehicle w/o Consent, 1 count of Vehicle Operator Flee/Elude Officer, 2 counts of 1st-Degree Recklessly Endangering Safety, 1 count of Hit and Run, 1 count of Operating While Revoked, 2 counts of Possess Drug Paraphernalia and 1 count of Possession of Cocaine. This, a man who says he’s “good”, will not be bothering me in person for less than, or equal to, 10 years.
It’s obvious that my work schedule has been deeply ingrained. I’m up and at ’em at the same time I always am. I wonder if my coffeemaker needs a break. Maybe I just need to break my coffeemaker. It was k-dog’s birthday yesterday. She and A. came down to the bah for some drinkin’. Apparently Kurt’s cosmo’s are better than the ones at the Tornado room. I must remember to tell him. Then, after too many (not for the driver), we went to the Greenbush on Regent and had a delicious dinner. I think I had the best Caesar salad ever. The calimari was really good, too. You’ve probably seen this site, but the cartoons are worth lookin’ at every once in a while.
I had a little premenstrual craziness yesterday. I’m not really going to the co-op today at 3. Maybe 4, but that’ll be for dinner (I /love/ the mediterranean orzo salad). I also don’t own a brown shirt, so dressing up like an assh*le is almost impossible for me. Oh, and poo on the snow.
I wonder if I’m lucky enough for a certain neighborhood stranger to read /my/ blog every day! *blush* How so very cool that would be! Maybe I’ll see him at the Co-op (*cuz i’m a member now*) tomorrow at 3pm *wink*. You know who you are. I’ll be wearing all brown; so I look like you. Asshole.