Hair today, gone tomorrow

My window is open at work and I can hear that sweet sound of a ball hitting a bat from across campus. Oh how I love springtime and its baseball season glory.

You know what that means—Thirsty Thursday is coming soon!

In other news, I got a haircut that just about gave everyone around me a heart attack. In a good way, though, because it does indeed look fabulous. But I had quite long hair, and had long hair for a couple of years, and was ready for a change. Not to mention I have thick hair so it would take like 20 minutes to blowdry. Are you bored of this story yet and starting to scroll down? Anyway, I cut about 8 inches off, and my head feels so much lighter! You wouldn’t believe the pile of hair I left on the floor at the hairdresser’s. Now it’s about shoulder-length with fantastic layers that flip out and make me look like the diva that I am. ;)

The hairdresser was pretty funny. She was this cute little Asian lady who kept saying in her cute little Asian accent:

“Oh yes, this look cute. Make look younger!”

Then I had the

“Oooh, what yo friend say about you cut short??”

“I didn’t really tell anyone I was going to.”

“Oooh. Well what about yo boyfriend? What yo man say?”

Instead of saying “I don’t have one, and it wouldn’t matter what he said, anyway!” I just said, “Oh, I don’t have one.”

“Oooh, well this cut get you one.”

Hillaaaaaaarious.

Gotten lots of compliments already, so it was a good decision.

In other other news, my sister is moving back to Portland. She 1) Hates Seattle [sorry Tristan, I don’t know what her deal is] and 2) Hates the store she’s working in. So she got a job offer back in Portland, and she applied and was hired! It looks like she’ll be moving back in 5-6 weeks. Now I need to find a good excuse to get out of helping her move. ;)

Well that is all for now, my lovelies. Have a great weekend, relax with a beverage of your choice, and enjoy the sunshine if you have some.

A Rush of Blood

Have you ever had a dream about someone that was kind of…naughty? And then you see them the next day and you can’t really look them in the eye because you’re having graphic flashbacks from your dream?

Yeah, I’m having that problem today. And I’m not even interested in him that way (not to mention he’s only 21—no offense to you youngins out there). But he’s a cute guy, and we chat fairly regularly…but not like that. And it’s making me flustered. And it’s not helping that he keeps coming in my office. Damn dreams.




ANYWAY, what’s new? My blogging seems to have slowed, but then others have been slowing, too. Is it just that time of year?

I went and saw Children of Men on Friday and h-o-l-y s-h-i-t. That movie is intense. My friends and I were sitting there tense the whole time and then even after the movie we were so stricken and horrified that we had to go down the street and get some gelato. Wow. Great movie. I think I might buy that one.



And A/B, I had to laugh at your comment on my previous post because I did go shoe shopping! Haha! I only bought one pair, though. Just ONE. But then again…Spring Break’s not over yet…


So I donated blood on Friday, which was lovely because I haven’t been able to go in a long time. I was on antibiotics for most of the last year because of the Sinus Fiasco, so I couldn’t donate. Not to mention I wasn’t healthy so they wouldn’t have wanted my O-Positive Lovelyness anyway.

But there’s a new system called Double-Red Cell Donation, where instead of donating a pint of whole blood, they hook you up to an apheresis machine and take just your red blood cells. Red blood cells are the part most often needed in blood transfusions for sick people, so in theory, you can help two people from one donation instead of just one.

The apheresis machine separates the red blood cells from the plasma using a centrifuge that rotates at like a bazillion rpms. It was really fascinating. You can actually watch your plasma go into a bag as it spins! Then the red blood cells collected go into another bag, and the plasma is put back in your body with some saline. Then they do it again to get the other half of the red blood cells.

The plasma was pretty cool. It’s like a clearish liquid—she said mine was a good color and that she could tell I “didn’t eat cheesecake the night before, and that I have low cholesterol.” This was funny, actually, because I had eaten cheesecake the night before! Haha! It also had a very faint green tinge to it, to which she said, “you must be on hormones—birth control?” It was crazy that you can tell that much about a person by their blood’s plasma!

Anyway, the procedure did take a while, and it’s not without slight complications. When the saline/plasma goes back into your body, it makes your whole arm cold. It was weird. By the second time that they did it, I got really cold and actually had to sit with a blanket for a while. The other thing that happens is that you can become calcium deficient, and your lips go numb! They fix this by giving you Tums (yes, the antacid stuff) because they have calcium in them.

It was pretty damn cool.

And I saved two lives. So there!

Short & Sweet

I’m on Spring Break! Woo-Hoo!

I’m done with classes and homework until April 2nd, and it’s a beautiful thing. It’s already going by too fast, though. Stupid work…

I’ll still enjoy my break time, no matter how little it is.

Next term I’ll be taking Strategic Planning, Administrative Theory & Behavior, and Administrative Ethics.

Speaking of Administrative Ethics, I think it’s time to send Bushy back to class.

And speaking of Bushy, have you seen this video? It’s beautiful...



And that’s all I have to say about that.

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

Items of note on this Monday:

1. I do not understand WHY people feel the need to mess with my damn car! I went out to my car Sunday morning to head to the store, and someone had broken into my car. Again. The first time was somewhat funny, but it’s not anymore. I don’t like people messing with my stuff. Whoever it was must have been disappointed not to find anything (I had my face plate off my stereo so they couldn’t take it this time). Then they got into my trunk to rummage around but once again found nothing. I think they were probably

A) Looking for my face plate—many people just take it off and leave it in the glove box, for example--

or

B) Seeing if I had a stereo in my trunk as many people do.

Luckily, once again, they just jimmied my door and did not break my window. And it’s a long shot, but I am actually wondering if it might be the same moron from before because the way s/he left my car was verrrry similar to the last time. My door wasn’t closed all the way and my trunk was partially open. Perhaps this person figured I must have replaced my stereo by now so they thought they’d snag stereo #2. Fool!


2. My mock arbitration hearing went very well. I am a damn good arbitrator if I do say so myself. It was interesting to see the two sides present their cases—they were ready to draw blood! It was pretty funny, actually. Not to mention there was some shameful sucking up going on since I was the arbitrator. I could get used to that. ;)

3. The Bachelorette Party was a blast and a half. We started off the evening at the bride-to-be’s house for some pre-drinking and party games. They were of course all dirty—including a contest for shaping the best penis out of play dough as well as a “deep-throat” contest using a banana. I won one of these two games, but I will not say which for I am a lady, dammit!

We then headed to our dance class, which I mentioned in my previous post. It turns out it wasn’t actually a pole-dancing class like I originally thought. It was just exotic dancing, but pole dancing classes are offered. We learned this fantastic routine of sorts to Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On.” It was a lot of fun, I must say. It’s totally out of the comfort zone, of course, because there was much discussion of putting the va-jay-jay out there during the dance. We were clothed, but the idea when you actually perform the dance for someone is to be naked or at least be naked by the end of the dance if you know what I’m sayin. ;)

After we were all sexed up we headed downtown to the Irish Festival to get our drink on. Surprisingly, it wasn’t at busy as I would have thought. We didn’t have to wait in line at all to get in, so that was nice. There was plenty ‘o green beer and sody bread a-flowin. The band in the tent we were in was really fantastic. They were so damn energetic, too! After they finished their set I went to talk to the good-looking fiddle-player and he was bouncing off the walls, I tell you! He gave me a free pass to get in on Sunday but I had to finish up a term paper so I wasn’t able to go. :( Too bad. But it was a lot of fun.

4. I’m glad to have two weeks off from class, man! I still have to write up my arbitration decision, but then it’s free time until April. I just don’t know what I’m going to do with myself! I think perhaps I will have to visit friends who have been neglected by my busy schedule. I feel a game night coming on…

Ides of March

There are little tiny daffodils popping up outside my office! Spring is on the way! It’s taking its time, though—I had to scrape ice off my car this morning.

And how is everyone in the blogging world today?

I read this story this morning and I was beyond horrified. Horrified doesn’t even cut it, really.

I also just saw this story, which is very cool. Finally having a black Disney princess is extremely cool. Also, I will admit that I am thrilled that they’re actually doing a hand-drawn feature again!! I love the Pixar movies and Shrek and all that, but there’s something extra special about the classic hand-drawn Disney movies like Cinderella & Snow White.

On a completely unrelated note, I wish to share this video with you. This woman is certifiable! It is important to note, however, that Boric Acid is not toxic. It’s found in antiseptics and athlete’s foot meds and such. It’s probably not the best idea to rub it all over your skin like she did, but still. She is definitely psycho, though:





This is my last week for the term, then it’s two weeks off for Spring Break, baby! Not that I’m really doing anything special, I still have to work. But it’ll be nice not to worry about schoolwork for a couple weeks. Then April’s a new term.

What is it about college campuses in the springtime? They just have this fantastic feel to them, don’t they?

St. Patty’s Day is this weekend, which means drunk Irish people (and people who wish they were Irish) running amok about Portland. I will probably be joining in the festivities because I have a bachelorette party I’m attending on Saturday. It should be an adventure to say the least. Our first stop is a pole dancing class (yes, I said pole dancing) at Euphoria Studios in southeast. Yes, I will be taking pictures, no I will not be posting them!

Should provide good blogging material come Monday. ;)

Spoiled Six-Year-Old

Happy Birthday to my little brat princess, Jane--






May she not go crazy like this cat.

Adventures in Vehicle Land

My poor little car had a rough weekend.



She’s an older lady so she has a tendency to burn oil. On Sunday I was giving her a quart when my friend decided to be helpful. After I put the oil cap back on, I went to the trunk to put the leftover oil and my funnel back, and she decided to go ahead and shut my hood.

“Ouch!” said my car.

Turns out my friend put the hood prop back in the wrong place.

So instead of putting it in the pretty little prop nook, she put it behind my headlight, which as you can see from the sad car photograph above, is a pop-up headlight (so retro, I know). So the prop gets jammed behind my headlight so it will no longer go up or down and I cannot shut my hood. I tried to get the beotch out of there, but it’s wedged behind a screw that I cannot remove.
Shit.

So I called Honda yesterday because they very conveniently have a service department right by my apartment, and we set an appointment for 3:30 today to get the prop out.

WELL. My little car was pissed off and decided to have a dead battery this morning! Oh hip hip hooray!

I figure that it’s dead because my car thinks the headlight is up so it’s drained the battery. Of course at 8am, I don’t have anyone around to give me a jump so I hopped on the bus to work.

At lunch, my coworker takes me home to give me a jump. She didn’t know anything about jumping a car, so much to my dismay she was not aware that her battery is in the trunk of her car, latched down by big serious bolts that are impossible to get out (&@*$ Volvo). By now I’m really annoyed because if I don’t get my car started, I can’t get it to Honda, they can’t fix it, and I can’t get to school tomorrow.

So I suck it up and call my boss and she comes to my rescue. She didn’t know anything about jumping cars, either (what's the deal there? I thought everyone knew how), so they both stood around watching me (which lemme tell you is interesting when you can’t prop your hood up because your prop is stuck in your headlight). I hook up the cables [that spark that happens when you connect the negative clamp to the engine was funny—they both started freaking out], and let the good battery charge mine up for about 20 minutes. I let out a little “yippee” when she started, and I got her to Honda without a problem.

Imagine my surprise at the bizarre coincidence when they tell me the dead battery and the headlight problem were not related! I just had a bad battery whose time had run out. I was a little skeptical at first, but seeing that it is a licensed Honda shop, they can’t screw me over, and he explained that they ran all the necessary diagnostic tests to make sure. So I was a little miffed at having to buy a new car battery, but I lucked out because the prop didn’t damage my headlight motor.

So all in all, it’s a satisfying result.

But that doesn’t mean I won’t be breakin out the wine tonight.

Superman never made any money

I am ashamed to admit that I have spent the better part of my day playing

THIS GAME.

I need to stop, though, because my first try I got a 134 and now I keep getting worse.