People have been asking “so how was your summer?” Typically, my result is a grunt and a “meh”. I then proceed to explain that, since I didn’t have a weekday job, I didn’t do a whole lot, and stayed home most of ...
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Because one of the comments I remember from my post eight months ago about "omfg I'm moving into a townhouse next year!" was Missy going "Movin' on up/To the east side!" so yeah.
Right! Today is the day, the day me and my friends make the tiny jump to a townhouse rather than living in a dorm. Living...on our own...having to cook, clean, and put up with each other...pay bills...deal with neighbors...and....be...more responsible...
I...I want to move back to the dorm now...
Nah, I kid. I kid except for the debacle with the internet provider (service supposed to be turned on yesterday, e-mail received saying there were "problems", called to try and fix "problems", was told I would be called back after "problems" were fixed, never got called back, ate a bowl of cereal in rage). Um, yeah, that means I'll be hocking internet from the people around me, most likely. Or skipping across to the dorms and hocking theirs. :P
YEAH, as it turns out, those kids miss me! The sophomores-formally-known-as-freshmen have been messaging and texting me in rapid succession asking for when my grand return is and I'm all "SATURDAY, YOU GUYS SHOULD KNOW THIS, I TOLD YOU". Oh well. Two of them have presents for me (*sniffle*) and apparently there's going to be cookies tomorrow.
In the grand scheme of things, it's obvious that I'm skipping over the whole "I'm starting class on Monday and Ima be a junior wooaaaah". And you're right. Because for right now, my attention is moving into the place I shall call home for at least the next year.
Journal of mine, y u have posts on these major events of mah life?!
Last night was the fifth RiffTrax Live event, and of course I went. And of course, the person I made plans with ditched out on me, so like a loser, I went by myself.
Anywho, the movie this time around was a fantasy flick from the 1960s called Jack the Giant Killer. It's one of those that is cheesy by today's standards but was probably a decent film back in the day. Clearly a lot of effort was put into the sets and costumes, so I can't knock them for that. But oh God, there was claymation. Claymation, for those who don't know (which is all of you), creeps me out.
The theater I went to was packed. It was in a pretty normal-sized one, maybe a bit small, but I got there fifteen minutes early and managed to get a good spot. Pretty much everyone in the upper-half was elbow to elbow, though. I sat next to a dad and his two young daughters, the unfortunate kids having everything fly over their heads. (After the movie, the dad asked them what they thought, with one of them going "That was an awful movie!" and him responding "But that's the point, sweetie"). I'm pretty sure what caused this is that the theater I went to for the first three RT Lives didn't do it this time around, forcing everyone in the area over to this one.
There was also a short. "What Is Nothing". Let's just not talk about it.
In the end, good time. I enjoyed myself, had a solid two hours of laughing, and drove home with my car blasting Owl City and "Sigh No More". Overall a solid night out.
Today and tomorrow are dedicated to packing and procrastinating on packing. Saturday I wake up at the crack of dawn (8am) to move out and move in. Blargh.
Went to the hairdresser today, and right before I was going to get my hair shampooed, I inquired about streaking my hair blue. Much to my surprise, she just so happened to have blue dye lying around.
It's not the color I wanted, but I dunno if I would be able to really find that. In any case, it'll lighten up in the first couple washes I do and then generally fade.
This is about the best picture I can manage for now.
About the most cohesive thing I can type out right now is this post, which shall be short, and why, because I am tired.
Last week, I got to hang out with my idkbff Lorenza (who also turned 21 today/yesterday, the 13th). After sushi, we ended up at a hair salon outlet, looking at hair dye. She picked up a kit for purple (for streaks) while I eyeballed the turquoisey-blue stuff.
So...yeah. I'm really considering putting some blue in my hair. Like, a nice bright blue, maybe the color of my background or something. But I'm a bit hesitant, because the most I've ever done to my hair is give it highlights like seven years ago because my mom egged me to do it. I'm not sure how I feel about bleaching and then dying because I'm paranoid like that.
I also feel like I wouldn't like it. I really just don't know. Good news is that I got permission from work and I go get a haircut on Monday so I can discuss it with the stylist-lady. I ain't doing this by myself.
And say I do go through with this, what should I do? Get some streaks or dye the tips of mongoose bangs or something? Tips would be the easiest get rid of if I really just hated it, but they might look strange.
I dunno. I'm going to sleep.
