Super Bangs

Haha the other day I got my hair done. I just went in for a routine cut and chat with my friend who does my hair. It was actually a really delightful little chat, they always are. I just cut my hair a little shorter because it was getting a littly shaggy. She washed my hair (which always feels amazing what is it about other people washing or like rubbing your head? It seriously feels amazing. Don't deny it) and then we got down to the dirty business. My hair is SUPER THICK!! And because I'm not a natural blonde it's even thicker (for some reason bleach does that to me). So we cut here a little and there a little till I had my perfect little bob that I love so much. But then comes the HARD part. MY BANGS. dun dun dun. My entire life I have always had these...lets call them super bangs. They start at one side of my head and go all the way across my face. Many times I've had people be like "How many fingers am I holding up?" or "You look emo with those bangs" or "I can hardly see your face ROY!" Yeah. I do the super bang and I do it fabulously. :). Well this story ends with the usual happy ending I got my super bangs and yes they look nice. And yes ... I can see how many fingers you are holding up.

Stamps and Laughs..just a day in the life of me

So. I find that in my day to day life I never fail to (one way or another) make myself look like a TOTAL idiot. Todays was pretty bad though. My dear friend Kyle wrote me a letter (Kyles on his mission in San Jose) so I (being the good friend I am) wrote him back. It was a 3 page letter telling him all the exciting and exuberant things that are going on in my life. Not. But anyways it was a pretty gosh darn good letter if I say so myself. So once I had finished this heartfelt letter the last thing to do was SEND IT!! Yipee. So I'm at the post office dropping off the bins of mail from my work and I decided to avoid looking for the stamps I bought sometime last year that I KNOW are in there somewhere in the deep and ever growing piles of rubbish and buy a bloody stamp. 42 CENTS PEOPLE!!! Talk about inflation. So I get my stamp (did I mention I had my nails done? They look fab but they're long) and I'm standing there trying to get the peely back off, because most stamps have the peely back right? So I'm there yadda yadda yadda, 15 MINUTES!!! MAYBE 20 I dunno I'm so caught up in trying to get this bloody peely back off I've like totally lost track of time, and mind you like 30 people have come in done their business and left. But no, here I am trying relentlessly to get this stupid stamp to come apart. FINALLY I'm beyond humiliation and I turn to this remotely cute guy standing next to me (who mind you does have a ring on that oh so important finger) and asked him if HE could get the stamp on my letter. He fiddles with it for a second then looks at me and says blankly "I think you're supposed to lick it". "SHUT UP?" was all that was going through my head. And so then I have the audacity to freakin ask the guy to kindly lick my stamp and place it on my letter, because by then he'd had his hands like all over it, and lets face it I'm kind of a germ freak. Yeah,...then to top it off as we're kinda having a laugh and I thanked him he says as he's leaving "Hey no problem I'm here anyday from around 1 - 2" Cherry on the top for sure. Yes it seems that without fail I some way or another have those blonde moments. And like even as I thought about it later that day he probably thought it was some pathetic way of hitting on him like "Hey wanna lick my stamp?" "Ooo you're a big strong man...that..tongue..of yours" WOW this has gone too far. ALRIGHTY well thats it. TA DA!