Okay, so no one has commented on my last post, it’s been over 24 hours and clearly no one cares, so screw you all.
Also, hair cuts in my world are serious business. Which is funny if you look at my hair on a daily basis like I do, because I really have no concept of how to actually style my hair, and it randomly rearranges itself into insanely stupid styles every time a camera gets near it. Then my face teams up with my hair to make me look incredibly stupid, and you get gems like these.
The DB is a jerk:
The “should be okay, but I don’t like it”:
And yeah. Continue that trend.
At the same time, every now and again I get one I do like (here it’s nice if you don’t focus too much on my face):
Ah, photo posts, how exciting you are, especially when you feature this face.
Anyhow, as I was saying before I got so rudely interrupted, yesterday I proved my dedication to my stylist and my poor hair by walking 7.5km to get my hair cut — and then a further 1.5km to the nearest shopping centre, in the hopes of increasing my odds of catching a cab. I took some photos along the route as a bit of a recommendation from a coworker, and maybe I’ll share them later.
In the end the cab part didn’t matter, as the DB offered to come and get me, but I did still have a fair bit of time to kill — and fortunately for me, the shopping centre features a Future Shop, Michael’s, and Chapters (among other stores), so I’m pretty much set for quite some time. I figure the money I saved on cab fare I more than invested in Michael’s.
Red wine… mother, teacher, secret lover.
I’d also like to say, on another random tangent, I really hate when people say they’re going to do something and then don’t, whether that’s call, keep in touch, lend you something, return something, or whatever.
I had an unrelated realization about some guys in my past/friendship circle about arrogance/confidence/insecurity/sliminess/girls, but I’ll save it for a more awake/sober time.
I did however learn yesterday that my reputation precedes me at work; apparently one girl from the IT division who undeservedly grumped at me over the phone was asking others about me, and the word that got to her was that I was cool, had a really dry sense of humour, and was good to work with. She and I had a nice chat over the phone today, so I think once she was assured I wasn’t a complete tool, she felt like she owed me a fair shake. I win!