Archive for March, 2006

Move on

Moving sucks! Aaarrrrgh. I spent the day with several boxes, and hardly any of them belonged to chicks!

I moved most of my boxes into the apartment this morning with my sister and niece.

Our front yard is officially a mess. Hell, so is the back yard! I found a hubcap on the lawn, so I threw it over our property line into the neighbors yard (no one lives there, it used to be a crack house….home sweet home!). I then noticed a variety of other interesting pieces of trash on our lawn inluding a rubber glove (it was on the street in front of the house….it still counts), an A&W cup that my niece tried to keep, something made of latex (I DON’T EVEN WANT TO KNOW), some other part from a car…

I found an actual grocery bag FULL OF GROCERIES in the back yard. I proceeded to huck that into the crack house back yard.

I raked a little bit and found a sidewalk….this is going to end up like the fuckin’ Secret Garden up in the hizzy.

My niece also proceeded to bring several pieces of garbage into the house claiming they were fishing rods and a lasso of some kind. Hillarious!

Our house is covered in dust. You can plainly see a woman has never lived in the apartment. Someone actually painted over WALLPAPER. Fantastic.

Well, I’m off to move more stuff. YEEHAW!


Oh Whaaaaaat

In an hour and a half I will take posession of my very first apartment!



Strikingly Good Times

Today was filled with awesome relaxation and good times. Sadly, I should have been studying, but fun was pretty much more important!

I started out the day wanting to pass out because I was so sick. I pretty much had to drag my ass out of bed. My sister came over with my niece and we enjoyed some delicious grilled cheese and veggie soup while enjoying the new Prince album, 3121. Does anyone know what the shit that stands for??? Anyhow, after lunch, it was time for my hairgasm! I think I must come off as the librarian type, because my hairdresser, Jon, was pretty conservative with the scissors. I eventually told him to get crazy and chop my hair. Apparently this is the key to a hairdresser’s heart because he was ranting and raving about how fucking awesome it was to be able to do whatever he liked to someone’s hair. As he cut my hair, he was making these hillarious orgasmic noises, commenting on how gorgeous my neck was. So funny. He actually told me that I could come in whenever I wanted to, and that he would literally kick anyone that was in his chair out just to cut my hair. What a compliment! He wasn’t even joking! He then proceeded to cut my hair with boyish delight. He told me that he needed to come in more and get more done because he was so excited. Who knew you could make a hairdresser’s week by getting a haircut??

After the hair I grabbed some dinner with Steve and went bowling with Jesse, his gal, Steve, PJ and Maria. SO SO FUN. We got in trouble from this crack whore waitress in a lounge for taking pictures, then went bowling (pictures to come). bowling was so good! I haven’t been bowling in forever! Not only that, but it was 10 pin, so that was extra intense. PJ, Maria, and Dan had this pro lane going, meanwhile Steve, Jesse, his gal and I had the shitty bowler’s lane going. I guess PJ actually fell down at one point trying to throw his ball, but sadly I missed the comedic event of the night!

Sadly, no studying was done, but good times all around!

What the Funk

Last night I was at a random pub/bar type place where I watched two men get into a fist fight during a performance by a funk band. Seriously, has anyone else seen a fight break out to funk?
I also witnessed probably the most horrific and disgusting ingestion of food I’ve ever seen. This disturbing man in a brown mock-turtleneck and tweed suit came into the bar by himself and proceeded to eat a steak sandwich. This was no normal ingestion of food. It looked like he was holding the fork a foot away from himself so that his flappy lips could meet the fork in erotic delight. He didn’t take a drink of his wine the entire time he was eating. He just kept shoving handfuls of french fries in his mouth. Handful after nasty handful, five of us watched this bizarre man ingest a $20 plate of food. He returned later to hug an attractive woman who somehow pulled the man’s TOUPEE off! AWESOME! He was so drunk he proceeded to wave it around and joke about it.


Steve R and I thought he left the toupee on the bar, so we walked by him in an attempt to steal it, but sadly he managed to hide his hairpiece somewhere within the lavish creases of his tweed suit. Come to think of it, how long would either of us have wanted to touch a dirty toupee?

In other exciting news, I’m moving in just seven more sleeps! It still doesn’t seem like it’s coming, but I can feel the excitement building…I think I’ve just got a few changes coming so it’s hard to register one over the other. I have a sweet hair appointment Monday, I move Saturday, I find out if I have a summer work-term soon, and I will be done all of my academic classes as of the 13th. Lots to do!

I’m having trouble figuring out whether to quit my current job or not once the summer comes. I can make in three days more than I would at my old Starbucks job in a week! It’s pretty darn sweet pay. The job isn’t the most mind-altering, but it’s helpful work at least. I’d like to think that at least on some level I am helping to keep people healthy.

The bad part is that if I get the job I interviewed for this week AND keep my current job I’m going to be working 7 days a week. LOTS AND LOTS OF WORK. I do find that I like to be busy during the summer months, but do I want to work every damn day? I think if I told my current boss that I can only work once a week that he’d probably shit a brick. WHAT TO DO?! If I work 2 jobs I will work a normal 9-5 for the week, and then random 8 hour shifts on Sat and Sun. I’ll most likely be able to double my income just by working the weekends…

I figure I should be able to handle it for a while if I already pretty much go to school 3 days and work 3 days. I only have one day off most weeks…

I think I might burn out pretty quick though…

My other problem is that if I get this summer job, it’s a contract position, so once the contract is up, I’m SOL for a job unless I can set something up by some miracle that will pay me enough to get through a month’s rent and expenses. SHIT! At least if I kept my current weekend job I’d still have enough money to pay my rent only working 2 days a week.

Anone got any advice??

More Hair?

Okay here’s two more cuts, any ideas?

A Hair-Raising Tale

I’ve just returned from a job interview. The women in the building were all gorgeous. If I work there during the summer, I shall join the elete rankings of the hottest npro in town. I’ll be spending the summer in sun dresses out at charity golf fundraisers. Sounds like a good time to me! Hopefully I can score this job…

In other news, I need a haircut. I had decided not to return to my previous hairdresser last year after she cut my bangs on a slant so severe that people were asking me if I cut my own hair. Yes, it was bad. I proceeded to see a delightful Japanese man with dreads by the Starbucks I worked at. He was rad, except that when I move, if I went to see him I’d have to drive 45 min, and that’s just rediculous.

I haven’t had a haircut since August. MADNESS! It’s not that I hate my hair as it is, but it’s just not presenting the LMizzle that I know and enjoy. I am currently sporting a Lisa Loeb thing (just for Joe), however, to my dismay someone told me last week that hearing me swear was like hearing an angel belch. I just look really innocent. Now, moving to the mean streets of downtown, I feel I need to up the funk and edge on my noggin about 300%. This requires the work of a super hairdresser.

But who will be my savior?!

I decided to take up the free offer of a consultation at every hairdresser at the biggest mall near by.

Eviline Charles: I get snooty lookes from the male hairdresser. There are at least six hairdresser crowded around one customer. The girl at the counter looks barely legal and there are no consultaitons until 5:45. The time was 2:45.

Diva Hair: I get snooty looks from the counter girl. She drearily says that there are no consults available until 3:30. The time was 2:50.

Some Random Salon: I walk in and immediately walk out when I notice that every hairdresser working had apparently stopped buying clothes in 1993.

Hennessey: I walk in and the counter girl smiles and asks me how I am. I discuss consultations with her and she asks if I would like a male or female hairdresser. It doesn’t matter to me, so I say let the fates decide. There is an appointment slot available at 3:15. The time was 3:00. I book.

I return ten minutes later and am offered licorece. AWESOME! The man I have booked with introduces himself and I forget his name immediately, much to my dismay. He looks like someone I have class with (Irfaan). We talk and he plays with my hair and explains some things he’d like to try. He tells me that if I come back in a few days, he’ll do some research on my face shape and hair texture and we can consult just before the appointment.

He offered to research my hair?!?!! WTF?!?!? TOTALLY SWEET!

I book. I have an appointment Monday to have my hair cut by a dude I was MAJORLY impressed with.

But what to do?!

I enjoy Kat Von D’s hair…

I also enjoy this chick’s hair:

And this chick:

Anyone got any ideas???

I’m going to a job interview, so hey, look at this till I’m back

You Take Nothin’, Turn it into Somethin’

It was an average weekend of work and sleep!

I’d like to admit that I am a sell-out…I bought Chanel glasses. There goes my tax return! My mom keeps raving how my new glasses are “so much better” than my old ones. Wow lady, tell me what you really think!!! Srsly, it gets tiring hearing that EVERY DAY for the past 4 days. Apparently I looked like a sea hag before?! I dunno…

I saw V for Vendetta this weekend. It’s probably the best movie I’ve seen in a long time. It made me want to blow shit up to classical music.

Some chick checked me out at the hospital this weekend. Must be the new glasses!

Today I was in a home storage store and saw a sweet spinning spice rack. I decided to see how fast I could spin it, and proceeded to launch 8 of the 12 empty spice containers in every direction. I promptly left the store before I could destroy any more storage devices.

I ordered a t-shirt with humping unicorns on it today! GLORIOUS!

That’s all the news for today!

March 2006
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