I tried to follow my hairdresser when she left the salon but it was a big secret where she was going. I was all, "It's a small town!" But then I didn't actually have the nerve to call around the other salons to see where she landed. I wanted to just tell the salon, look, I'm not coming back here. She was the only reason I was coming, so just tell me where she is.
I need a hairdresser. My hair sucks right now.
I need a hairdresser. My hair sucks right now.
Maybe consult Sen. Boxer's hairstylist?
And just like *that*, Joe's birthday shopping for me is done. [link]
Thanks for the Shanie love. He is pretty adorable if I do say so myself. I had him in bed with us this AM and DW said I started snoring and the baby would do a soft hum noise after each snore. So cute!
And I know just the thing you can get Joe. [link]
If you bring him to LA, the Star Wars Burlesque and Cabaret might be a good present. Just saying. (No nudity or anything, but may be NSFW if you have a particularly picky workplace.)
And I know just the thing you can get Joe. [link]
WANT! Dude! So about 30 minutes of flight time. I wonder how far you can fly, with take off and landing. I'm guessing not the same as driving. What? I'm moving back to CA, where traffic sucks. Not that I have $90k or anything.
Long day.
In short, for I skimmed: the eye vet appointment was rescheduled for Friday, because my dad can't be ready on time. Me and the sis want to kill him, a little bit. So we still need every last bit of that ~ma. He looks better than this morning, though, but it's obvious that he's still in pain.
Yay for The Girl!
Got 87 in a paper I hardly had the time to write, in a class I somewhat hated. Which brings the next point - no, I don't study for grades. I study because I freaking lurv it. And in studying for classes I actually do give a shit about, I get grades between 90-98, so it's not such a big difference, IMHO. I don't to the papers and finals to impress anyone. I do, however, send gazillion emails to my instructors.
In my Islam class today, we were studying about ex-communication. And then, almost out of the blue, my professor started talking about him being a holocaust survivor (related, in indirect way, to the story). It was so intense, especially from a lovely man who spend 1/4 of the teaching joking. In fact, it started with a funny story: he was in a breakfast in a convention, and a colleague's wife asked him, when he sat to the table, first thing at 7:30am: "Have you been to a concentration camp?". We all chocked.
Now, shower, dinner, papers-for-tomorrow, and maybe a Yes Prime-minster/Buffy ep to call it a day.
Whoah, Shir. That would be a weird question to ask out of the blue, but especially at 730am! Though did she mean "been to" as in visited or as in "had to live at"? The first is not nearly so intrusive a question!!