Getting a haircut and taking notes/pictures after so I may be able to try it myself later and see if I can do it myself.

Getting a haircut and taking notes/pictures after so I may be able to try it myself later and see if I can do it myself.
Jeff! Sooo many gurls with _ _ _ hair at grad!! Too bad.… Hee… Don’t u just love all the flash movies on our site?!? I’m sure U love them soooooo much! U hafta get back into sc man!! We need more ppl to play with! Hmm… wut do u think of the cartoons on our site?? There suppose to be me and teresa, her hairs colored _ _ _!!!! Don’t get any wrong ideas, or else i’ll have to do a lot more photo editing!
I found this shout-out from an old website of a friend. He made it in the last year of high school, which was a long time ago, seeing as how it’s been ten years.
The blank word is red. Yep. I went through a looooooong red hair phase with the girls. Not that it’s really over, as red hair is still a preference, only more subdued. And “sc”, that stands for Starcraft, which was a big game with everyone in our clique. We would go home after school, sometimes to each other’s houses, and battle each other online. We’d even go so far as to create scenarios of different units facing off against each other to analyze how effective they were in different situations.
It’s strange to read these words, because I was never really popular in high school, and certainly not popular enough for someone to give me props. Actually, I was a loner (which is why I got along with John, who was another loner) until the very last year when I changed schools, and met people who were a little more like me, and less offensive.
I don’t know why I enjoy old memories like this, or why they affect me so much. Maybe because I’m an introvert. It’s said that introverts go back to memories for stimulation. I’ve always found a distinct pleasure in reminiscing about old times, when I may have been more damaged, but more innocent too. It’s like innocence is the only thing you have no control over losing. As you grow older, you learn more about how the world works, and a once naïve optimism is replaced with the cold, hard realities of life.
You think of how nice it would be to have the mind of a child again, when your biggest worry was what to wear and whether she likes you, but you can never go back.
IF I WAS IN WORLD WAR 2 THEY’D CALL ME SPITFIRE (cause you know that I can)
Resigned myself to the fact that I won’t be able to finish the caramel cake Rana left me before it goes bad.
Put on my strong(er) cologne without realizing I had Tai Chi class tonight. Hope it wasn’t offensive to anyone I was practicing with.
Always wanted to know what construction company owners houses look like. Now I know.
I’ve been back from my trip to Hong Kong for a little over a month now. Here are some little differences I’ve noticed between there and here.
Space is at a premium in Hong Kong, so parking spots are tiny. Most cars have folding side-mirrors, and proximity sensors that beep faster the closer you are to something when backing up. Vans and SUVs have mirrors on the back windows that lets a driver see the back bumper through the rear-view mirror. That way, you can squeeze into a space without any guess work, although it takes about three or four turns, Austin Powers style.
Some parking lots also have these lights above the spots that let people know if a car is parked in the space — green means it’s available. That way, you can see what spots are free with a quick glance, instead of driving around and hunting.
In the parks, there are workout areas for the elderly. They include things like Gazelles, bench steppers, and wheels you can rotate for flexibility. This is so awesome. Canada should have something like this. My grandma used come to this park to work out before she had colon cancer.
How cool is it that the symbol they use is the silhouette of someone doing single whip. I found this symbol in many parks actually, and I think it means that it’s a public park.
There are also speakers that beep at the traffic lights to let blind people know when to cross, and subway escalators that click constantly, so they know where to get on.
Listening to @twiin’s first album while I work on photos. Excellent for that gritty mood.
Plans canceled yet again, without any notice or word of why. Wondering how some people own their own businesses.
My throat has developed something of a raspy tinge from talking all weekend. I’ve never had particularly strong vocal chords. I told myself I’d speak as little as possible today; we’ll see how long that lasts. Maybe I can drink some honey tea instead.
It wasn’t so much that I overbooked myself as plans going on for much longer than expected. Which pretty much means I didn’t get any work done, so I won’t be going to Toronto next weekend so I can catch up. Not that I really want to anymore, as the last two days have left me feeling overstimulated and satisfied. Anyway, Dan took a quick look at my chart for this month (on his own initiative) and told me not to do anything big on the 15th and 16th because it’s “risky”. I never let my horoscope determine what I do, but maybe this is the way the universe tells me to stay home.
I didn’t even have time to do my weekly grocery shopping. I’m eating stale bread and canned soups today.
The best part of the weekend was having an excuse to use the Numi Dancing Leaves teabuds and teapot that Louise bought me last Christmas, something I’d been saving for special occasions. Amazingly, I got three full steeps — which translates into six cups — out of one Golden Jasmine bud.
Those things I had been trying to forget got lost somewhere in the before I even realized it. Isn’t that what forgetting is about?
Sometimes I need these weekends. They recharge me, they give me hope, when hope is so fleeting.
I’m trying to ride that feeling, and let it carry me forward.
Frédéric is probably the only person I’ll forgive for drinking from my glass by mistake. Be jealous.
Playing 5 minutes of Enemy Territory to calm the nerves turned into half an hour. Guess I’m going to be late.
By FAR the best dialogue out of Babylon 5 so far: “You’re a pessimist.” “I’m Russian, Doctor. We understand these things.”
So nice when my guests do my dishes without me realizing it.
Heading out for Chinese food with the Itani family. And praying I won’t order anything they don’t want to eat!