Sunday, July 27, 2003
It's a bad hair day... I'm gonna throw my blowdryer away...
Does anyone remember that show The Guys Next Door? It was a Saturday morning show about some guys in a boy band. It came on while I was in Junior High, and I totally fell in love with Damon, one of the "guys." He was obsessed with his hair, and even had a song about it called "Bad Hair Day." I bought their tape, but I don't think that song was on it. Those were sad, sad days in my life, ladies and gentlemen. But whenever I think of blowdryers or bad hair days, I think of that song.
I just got a haircut. It cost Rs. 380, with a tip of Rs. 100. So haircut + tip = Rs. 480, which by my calculations is $10.21. So what if it's not the best haircut in the world... it was cheap! Still, I'll be glad to get back to my regular hairdresser at Hairy Situations. There's something about the whole "no language barrier" thing that I really enjoy.
Another thing to mention is that my comments are working again. Apparently, all it took was my spending $14 for a different service to scare my other comments host into working again. I'm trying to decide what I should do... go for the one I paid for, or keep using the crappy free ones so that I don't lose what's already been written... decisions, decisions. Oh wow. I just checked the homepage for my comments host, and they were down because it's based in Memphis!! Where apparently the whole city has had no electricity for days. Please forgive all of the mean thoughts I had!
In other weather-related news, I tried really hard to go swimming this weekend. But the monsoon was against me. My muscles hurt and I want to float around in the pool. Dammit, weather!
Three of my friends are moving in together this weekend. One is Ryan, whom I've known since kindergarten. Another is Karen, whom I've known for about a year and a half. The third is my boyfriend, Victor. They got a fabulous house right around the corner from where Victor lived previously. Conveniently only a five-minute walk from my apartment! I haven't been inside the house but it looks really nice from outside. There's a big yard, and the kitchen is huge, and there are hardwood floors. I, on the other hand, live in 420 sqare feet of berber carpeting. I am so insanely jealous.
If you need a good laugh, please go see The Search for Love in Manhattan this weekend. The proprietor, Faustus, is participating in the blogathan (where you have to post every 30 minutes for 24 hours). He's posting haiku about gay relationships. Very funny! And I'm sponsoring him.
Does anyone remember that show The Guys Next Door? It was a Saturday morning show about some guys in a boy band. It came on while I was in Junior High, and I totally fell in love with Damon, one of the "guys." He was obsessed with his hair, and even had a song about it called "Bad Hair Day." I bought their tape, but I don't think that song was on it. Those were sad, sad days in my life, ladies and gentlemen. But whenever I think of blowdryers or bad hair days, I think of that song.
I just got a haircut. It cost Rs. 380, with a tip of Rs. 100. So haircut + tip = Rs. 480, which by my calculations is $10.21. So what if it's not the best haircut in the world... it was cheap! Still, I'll be glad to get back to my regular hairdresser at Hairy Situations. There's something about the whole "no language barrier" thing that I really enjoy.
Another thing to mention is that my comments are working again. Apparently, all it took was my spending $14 for a different service to scare my other comments host into working again. I'm trying to decide what I should do... go for the one I paid for, or keep using the crappy free ones so that I don't lose what's already been written... decisions, decisions. Oh wow. I just checked the homepage for my comments host, and they were down because it's based in Memphis!! Where apparently the whole city has had no electricity for days. Please forgive all of the mean thoughts I had!
In other weather-related news, I tried really hard to go swimming this weekend. But the monsoon was against me. My muscles hurt and I want to float around in the pool. Dammit, weather!
Three of my friends are moving in together this weekend. One is Ryan, whom I've known since kindergarten. Another is Karen, whom I've known for about a year and a half. The third is my boyfriend, Victor. They got a fabulous house right around the corner from where Victor lived previously. Conveniently only a five-minute walk from my apartment! I haven't been inside the house but it looks really nice from outside. There's a big yard, and the kitchen is huge, and there are hardwood floors. I, on the other hand, live in 420 sqare feet of berber carpeting. I am so insanely jealous.
If you need a good laugh, please go see The Search for Love in Manhattan this weekend. The proprietor, Faustus, is participating in the blogathan (where you have to post every 30 minutes for 24 hours). He's posting haiku about gay relationships. Very funny! And I'm sponsoring him.
<< Home
