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Mar. 25th, 2002 03:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chestnutcurlsLots of things to discuss today.
I became the victim of a bad haircut on Saturday. I have been going to this lady for 6 months, and till recently I was very happy with her work. But it seems like the longer I go to her, the bigger the discrepancy gets between the back of my hair and the front of my hair. You know how layers are supposed to be gradual? Well, there is nothing gradual about it. I have chin-length hair in the front and shoulder-length hair in the back. I thought it was just growing out weird, and tried to explain the problem to her, but apparently I did not explain well. I don't want it any shorter than it is now, so I will have to live with it for a while and get it fixed (by someone else) before conference. Bleah.
On Saturday, after my haircut, we went to the Tigers game. I do not like driving on our downtown jaunts, because I get nervous, but Kathy had the old clunker, so we had no choice. After a few wrong turns, we got almost to the Pyramid and were stopped by an authoritative-looking man blocking traffic in the middle of the street. He told me to give him five dollars to park in a lot around the corner. Like an idiot, I gave him the money and turned where he told me to, and encountered a police blockade. They asked me where I was going. I said I was parking, and they said I could only park in the Pyramid lot. So I had to pay another five dollars. I was very mad. If you are reading this, Mr. Parking Thief, I think you are a very bad (but probably rich) man. :(
I was going to write about being sad, and some general realizations I have come to over the last few days, but now I don't know where to start. I guess I will address that tomorrow, or the next day.
I became the victim of a bad haircut on Saturday. I have been going to this lady for 6 months, and till recently I was very happy with her work. But it seems like the longer I go to her, the bigger the discrepancy gets between the back of my hair and the front of my hair. You know how layers are supposed to be gradual? Well, there is nothing gradual about it. I have chin-length hair in the front and shoulder-length hair in the back. I thought it was just growing out weird, and tried to explain the problem to her, but apparently I did not explain well. I don't want it any shorter than it is now, so I will have to live with it for a while and get it fixed (by someone else) before conference. Bleah.
On Saturday, after my haircut, we went to the Tigers game. I do not like driving on our downtown jaunts, because I get nervous, but Kathy had the old clunker, so we had no choice. After a few wrong turns, we got almost to the Pyramid and were stopped by an authoritative-looking man blocking traffic in the middle of the street. He told me to give him five dollars to park in a lot around the corner. Like an idiot, I gave him the money and turned where he told me to, and encountered a police blockade. They asked me where I was going. I said I was parking, and they said I could only park in the Pyramid lot. So I had to pay another five dollars. I was very mad. If you are reading this, Mr. Parking Thief, I think you are a very bad (but probably rich) man. :(
I was going to write about being sad, and some general realizations I have come to over the last few days, but now I don't know where to start. I guess I will address that tomorrow, or the next day.
