It's a fine line between romantic and stalker...he walked it like a pro.

Cutting your hair isn’t quite as hard as you might think…though it’s also much harder than you’d think it would be.  I realize that was a fairly confusing statement but I think I’ll just leave it without really fully explaining what I meant by it.

I rarely plan out my haircuts.  Usually they just kind of happen all of a sudden and out of the blue.  It isn’t like I give myself a call a few days in advance to see whether I’m going to have any available time in the next few days where I could give myself a haircut.  The main reason that I don’t set up appointments with myself is so that I don’t find myself getting mad at myself whenever I show up 20 minutes late for my appointment.  It’s just awkward to go through that kind of inner turmoil.   Plus, I rarely have cash on me but I don’t have the ability to accept payment via credit card.  So I end up having to run to the ATM to get cash so that I can pay myself.  It’s just easier if we keep it more informal and I don’t have to worry about charging myself for the haircut.

Usually the haircut happens right after I take a shower.  Pretty much I just am lathering my hair up with shamp in there, probably just loving the smell engulfing my hair (cause I always make sure that I get shampoo that smells as much like heaven as possible), when my fingers tell my brain that my hair is just getting entirely too long.  Then the idea of giving myself a haircut enters my brain.  I spend the rest of the shower just trying to get through my shower routine as quickly as possible so that I can get out, dry off and give my hair a check-out to see whether I really want to cut it or not.  I play around with it for a little while.  Swoop it to different sides, spike it all up, fluff it all out, slick it all back… In the end, I either decide that I like it too much to cut it or that I hate it enough to cut it.  Today, I made the decision to cut it.

After playing with my hair for a little while, this is what I came up with as my “before” picture:

 As you can see from the picture, I got to the point where I was emotionally a little messed up with how my hair looked.  The only way that I knew of to get that look off of my face was to start going to town on my hair.

I cut my hair with the back of my electric razor.  There is a flip-up trimmer on the back and I just kinda pull my hair out and use that little thing to saw at it.  It works pretty well actually and I like it because it makes it easier for me to avoid being choppy with my haircut.  So anyways, once I’ve started up the razor and gotten it ready to go, I begin the haircut.  It’s a slow process but it goes pretty fast (another one of those confusing statements).

This is the time in my life when I realize that I’m not near as ambidextrous as I thought I was.  It’s like cutting the hair on one side of my head is SIGNIFICANTLY easier than cutting the hair on the other side.  I tried a couple of times to just use my other hand to cut my hair but that did not go very well.  I feel like you would be able to easily be able to tell which side of my head had been cut with my weak hand.  Easily.

So anyways, once I’m finished with my hair, I have to jump back into the shower because I’m completely covered with hair and NOBODY likes that itchy feeling.   The awesome thing is that I don’t even have to get any of my clothes itchy because I just cut my hair in the nude between the two showers!  No need to get dressed just to cut my hair!  I mean the only person who is going to see me in there in the nude is me and I’ve never really worried about seeing myself naked.  It just isn’t weird for me.  Go figure.  So anyways, I jump back in the shower, jump back out of the shower, dry myself all off and see how it went! The results can be seen below:

I am fairly happy with the way that this particular haircut went as you can tell by the change of expression on my face.  I know what you’re thinking though.  You’re like “hey, it doesn’t even look like you cut any hair off!”  But I believe that exhibit W6TN below should clear up whether or not any hair came off of my head:

                                              Exhibit W6TN:

So many other things that I could continue talking about.  Not the least of which being what happened last night.  I think the only word that could really describe the awesomeness of last night would be farindulous…and I made that word up so it doesn’t really even count.  I’ll write more about it sometime later.  Not now.  It’s not the time.

How did O-State just do that? Oh, it must be because we are the greatest team in the world.

Out.

I went with the Pei Wei Spicy Chicken...got fried rice with it. It was good.

I had a serious dilemma this morning. OK, let me walk you through all the thoughts that went through my head:


1. As I’m on my way to work, I’m already thinking about what kind of pop I want to drink this morning. Options are Pepsi, Coke, Mountain Dew, and possibly Dr. Pepper but it’s unlikely that the doctor will get chosen on any given day. I stopped to get gas on my way to work and there was a big Coca-Cola truck in the parking lot unloading stuff. Pretty much made my decision; I was going to go for a coke today.

2. Then I get to work, I walk in. Usually I would stop by the kitchen on the way to my desk and grab my desk candy for the day. Unfortunately, this is our first day back in the office in a while and so I was carrying Zehra (my senior)’s dell computer monitor which she likes to pack up into this box that is way too big and take with us wherever we go. (more like have ME take with us wherever we go) So I couldn’t really make any stops on the way to the desk cause the thing is decently heavy and I needed to put it down sometime sooner rather than later. So I went back to my desk, put my stuff down and gave Z her monitor. I got all settled into my desk, booted up my computer, all that jazz. Finally it was time to go back to the kitchen and grab some yummies (or tasties, whichever name you prefer). In my head, I knew exactly what I was going for. I was going to go get me a small pixie cup FULL of yellow and pink starbursts. I wanted them bad. And they were going to go great with my Coke (which was my next stop on the way back to my desk).

3. I walk into the kitchen and over to the counter with all the jars of candy. Our office stocks up on the following candies: Peanut M&M’s , original M&M’s, reese’s pieces, starburst, skittles, and then usually one other random finger candy. The starburst were behind the other candies so I really didn’t receive the horrible news until I was all the way over to the counter and was looking down. My world was immediately shattered. Instead of a jar full of delectable assorted starburst, this jar only had about 12 starburst in it. And they were ALL orange.

4. It was an intense feeling that I found inside of myself at this point. Like really? Somebody dropped the ball on keeping the candy stocked up. Cause here’s the deal, NOBODY likes those orange ones. People obviously love the pink and red ones the most as a GENERAL rule. Usually I am ok because even if people have picked out all the pink and red, my two favs are pink and yellow so there are still plenty of yellows left to keep my happy. But orange is last on everyone’s list. And even though I can’t really back this statement up, I think the only people that eat the orange ones are the people who go in and grab just an assorted handful to take with them. They then go back to their desk, eat all the pink, yellow, and red, and then they toss the orange ones in the trash. It’s just a hypothesis but I truly believe that the percentage of orange that eaten is roughly 6% and the percentage that get thrown away is about 91%. I’m not going to discuss what I think happens to the other 3%. It’s gross and you don’t want to hear about it.

5. So here I am, thoroughly disappointed about not having any starburst to grab. But I am forced to make a tough decision. See, usually I would rank these candies in the following order: 1. Starburst, 2. M&M’s original, 3. M&M’s with peanuts, 4. Skittles, and 5. Hell no I’m not eating Reese’s Pieces. So you would think that I would just go with the M&M’s because they’re a second-favorite and they’re also sitting right there…fully available. The problem is this: My mouth was fully ready for the fruitiness and loveliness of starburst and to put chocolate in there instead just didn’t sound right to my mouth at the time. So I was forced to jump down to the 4th favorite and go with skittles.

6. Skittles are fairly similar to starburst as far as flavor and such. Like they really aren’t that different except for shape and the little unnoticeable crust around skittles. But the main reason that starburst are 1st and that skittles are 4th is that skittles leave this kinda annoying sugar-coated feeling in your mouth. Starburst leave your mouth tasting like fruit and tasting awesome. Skittles make my teeth feel like they severely need to be brushed. (why don’t I just go ahead and brush them after the skittles? Well, the reasons are two-fold. A of all, I don’t carry a toothbrush with me at work, and B of all, I hate the taste of toothpaste more than I hate the feeling of sugar on my teeth)

7. So, in general, I can deal with that sugary feeling in my mouth. It’s not too big of a problem. The problem comes in when we go back to thought number 1. I have decided that I want a coke today. Now, if you know anything about coke, it’s that it is sweet and sugary and not only makes your teeth feel like they need to be brushed, but sometimes even makes them feel like you should make a trek to the dentist so he can polish them as well. So it took about 3 skittles for me to realize that combining the sugar-tooth of the skittles with the sugar-tooth of the coke was NOT going to work.

8. So I ended up getting water instead of pop for the day.

9. I feel like my day has suffered because of it.

Ooooo! the word "Cult" scares me! waaaaah!

When I sit down with my sole intent being to enjoy some tunage, I find that different things about the music appeal to me at different times. Right now, I’m kinda in a phase where all I really care about is the lyrics. So anyways, there’s this band that I’m pretty into called Cloud Cult. They pretty much dominated my music time last night and on the drive to work today. This dude is a lyricist straight from Bomb.com. I’m serious, it’s sick. The CD I was imbibing was called The Meaning of 8. He released this CD on what would have been the 8th birthday of his son who passed away at a much younger age. So there are a ton of references to his son throughout the CD although none of the songs are explicitly about his son. That in and of itself is pretty cool. But I feel like I just need to share some of the lyrics from his songs so you can get an idea of what I’m so impressed by with this dude (also note though that a lot of what makes simple lyrics amazing is the emotion put behind them by the singer. if you’re into music that’s a little less mainstream, check this crap out.):

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Chemicals Collide - “I was sleeping in the lilies, or was I up all night? These days it’s hard to tell what’s half asleep from fully alive. We were loving like a landslide, or were we in a fight? These days it’s hard to tell what’s right from wrong and wrong from right.”
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Pretty Voice - “Strike up the band. Here comes the storyline about the usual struggle between fear and love. This is the lifelong song that we’re all singing.” (I love this one. Tight way to start out a song.)
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Brain Gateway - “Meet me in the place where life comes to get away…” (I’m not even a hundred percent sure what it means until I am listening to it and then it somehow connects.)
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Take Your Medicine - “You can take it in stride, or you can take it right between the eyes. Suck up, suck up and take your medicine. It’s a good day, it’s a good day to face the hard things.” (Always a good day to face the hard things…)
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Your 8th Birthday - “Who could change my sleepy brain into the eye of a hurricane? …Kaidin.” (This is the one song where he blatantly writes it about his son. This whole song is tight. He asks so many questions and the answer is always his son Kaidin. Then this is the last line of the song.)
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Purpose - “There must be forgiveness here, cuz most of us have our weaknesses. I don’t know myself, and I’m afraid of you. I’m happiest on chemicals. The goings come and the comings go. Forgive me I’m just an animal.” (This song shows what I really like about this guy’s music. He’s OBVIOUSLY messed up in a major way. But as crazy and wild as he is, he knows that there’s some bigger purpose to life and something more than what he is currently living. And you can just hear it in his lyrics and feel it in his voice. He wants to know.)
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Thanks - “It’s Halloween, and the smell of burning pumpkin takes me back through all the people I have dressed up as to tell myself I have a pretty soul.”
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The Deaf Girl’s Song - “Did you hear about the deaf girl, the one who sang a silent song? Although it’s totally quiet, you can’t help but hum along. Did you hear about the deaf girl, the one who wrote the silent CD? Although there’s nothing to hear, I swear that there are things to be seen…Did you hear about the deaf girl, the one whose song’s gone number one? Three minutes of silence on the radio is the best damn gift for everyone. Did you hear about the deaf girl, the one who made everything clear? If we could just shut up for a second, my darling, my dear, we might actually hear.” (OH MY FREAK this is a tight song.)
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Well, that got a little longer than I had thought it would. I guess I’ll go ahead and end this post right…