“I see friends holding hands, saying how do you do…they’re really saying I Love You…”
Awww. How mushy.
Apparently I’ve been spreading rumors about Anna. Except that these rumors are true…mostly. Anna did indeed burn her hair (with an old hair dryer) (not on purpose), but no, she’s not bald. That was me quoting Little Women….’cause I’m cool like that. The section of hair is actually a couple inches long — it would fit right in if she had my haircut.
Which makes me wonder why I spend thirty dollars on a haircut when the same effect can be achieved through a seven-year-old hair dryer.
Let’s not dwell on that. Let’s dwell on my weekend, and what made it swell. Beginning with Thursday night, when I went to bed at 10:30 p.m., and continuing on to Friday morning, when I woke up at 10:30 a.m. Possibly the best thing I’ve done in my life…at least when it followed Wednesday’s 4 hours of sleep. Then I went to class, ran errands, read. Went out for Chinese with some cool people, read some more, and went rollerskating at “Skatin’ Place.”
I’ve decided to invest in a skating rink, because I now know all the rules, including 1) the floor must be blue and 2) there must be a birthday room. I could have sworn I was back in high school when I realized I was rollerskating to a certain Right Said Fred song…nostalgia. Then there was some laser tag, which I am bad at, but which was a hell of a lot of fun. Before I get much further I should probably say that I didn’t do this alone, I was with friends, and it was a college-only night (except for that one random kid who kept climbing through the Lego table). A good book and a good conversation closed out the night.
Saturday was about the tennis game and sitting outdoors because it was the right thing to do. Painting a trombone, that was the right thing to do as well.
Today was alright; slept in, went to work, read for a while, went back to work, and came home to find a Series of Unfortunate Events had occured in my room during my absence: My phone book inexplicably fell over, knocking over my phone, sending my photo album tumbling into a heavy picture frame, which came crashing down onto the F5 and F6 keys of my computer. F6 is in critical — a little cracked and dented — but I think he’ll make it. F5…call in the next of kin. The good news is that it still works; the bad news is it’s in at least three parts (there are more, probably, but I can’t find them; the top black part flew all the way across my desk). I have no idea why my belongings decided to go kamikaze on the computer, or why they went through such a complex plan just to destroy poor F5. It was like a Rube Goldberg cartoon.
“A sense of humor is one of our greatest assets” ~ Fortune Cookie from Friday says. Amen.