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end of the night...
I'm addicted to my computer today, I just have to type on
it or read from it, and I can't get away from it. So, I ended
up having a decent night, which was nice. Katie, Mike, and
I went and saw Chicago, and for musical fans ONLY do I recommend
this movie. It is absolutely spectacular and according to
Mike (who knows the show), frighteningly accurate to the show
itself. We were leaving the theatre deciding on our favorite
scenes as some guys who clearly thought the movie was about
guns and hot chicks alone where wondering what they could
have done with the $9 they wasted at Circle Cinemas. These
lads didn't strike me as the kind of guys who make a point
of seeing a Broadway show every time they hit up NYC.
I'm not turning on the TV tonight. I'm going to try to get
to bed early, which will be impossible, but I have a full
day tomorrow, which should make up for today's miserable slacking.
I begin with a bit of poking and proding to make sure my reproductive
organs are still in tact (don't you ladies just HATE this
day of the year). Later, I will be heading off to my trip
to the salon (a trip I certainly cannot afford when two of
my four shifts are Sunday and Monday night when there is no
Monday night football) to get my Jennifer Aniston bob with
a touch or richer color, and a few low lights added in to
blend with my natural color. I'm so excited to get this hair
off my neck. I'm taking such a liking to shorter hair. The
remainder of the evening will go to taking orders, kissing
ass, and collecting tips.
That movie really helped me out of that funk I was in earlier
today. I'm not sure what's wrong with me, but I think I woke
up on the wrong side of the bed. Nothing even happened, nothing
went wrong. I don't even think I had a bad dream. I just woke
up pissed about the schedule I made for myself, and I refused
to do whatever I told myself to do.
Have we decided how we feel about Penelope Cruz yet? On a
physical level only, do we think she's pretty or not? I mean,
she definitely can look pretty, but there are definite
pictures that say otherwise. If we shaved her head and took
away her make-up, what do we think? Okay, there are hardly
any women in the world that look fantasic without a lot of
glamour help from experts, but Demi Moore looked pretty damn
good in work-out clothes and bald in that one movie. "Jane"?
or Captain Jane, or something like that? I don't know. Anyway,
hands down on Penelope's hair. It's just ridiculously beautiful.
Again, is it the kind of hair that falls beautifully or does
it have to be placed that way. I've seen gorgeous hair in
person that just stays beautiful on its own. She could have
that. Also, Penelope is kind of hard to type quickly. Anyway,
my hair will be darker, like hers tomorrow. Richer in color.
One would think I should leave my hair alone, but as it turns
out, which I've pointed out before, my hair is NOT falling
out. I am not balding, my hair is just thin. It will always
be thin. It's genetic, and as long as you're going to the
salon to get it done correctly and using no bleach at all
- it's actually a good conditioner for your hair. Yay. I'm
excited. I'm tired of this blonde stuff. I want my real color
back.
Okay, I'm off now. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a good day.
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