Monday, March 26, 2007

Rainy Monday
So it's, how do they put it, 'raining cats and dogs out there'? Whatever, it's pouring rain and I don't like it. I suppose I'm having a weird day. I usually love the rain, but today it's not all that appealing. Anyway, I haven't got anything remotely interesting or worth blogging about today but I've put up a new playlist and I guess I enjoy wasting people’s time.

It was raining and it just so happened to be Monday, so I figured I'd throw "Rainy Monday" in there. (:

I'm disappointed that nothing more interesting happened today, but I guess I should have expected a lame day. I woke up feeling like a zombie, and my hair was everywhere. Yeah, real bed head. Take that over-priced hair products!

I'm kidding. I'm a loser. I take my monthly trip down to the River Park shopping plaza to visit that 'trendy' hair salon and spend about 40 dollars on a small thing of hair wax.

Speaking of hair; all the turquoise washed out. I'd redye it but I think I'm getting used to the black and blond. Eh, and I cut my cousin Billy's hair today. He didn't pay me (which isn't unusual) but he gave me a ride to the mall, which was greatly appreciated seeing as how no one else wanted to take me.

I wasted 80 dollars on a few "Giant sized" Andy Warhol watches. I swear he's the only reason I go into Hot Topic these days. Yes, I'm in love with a gay man who died two years before I was conceived. Haha. And before you go Google-ing after him, no he was not attractive. I'm in love with his art. All the Andy Warhol products are pretty pricey too :\ but I guess it doesn't matter. It's totally worth it.

Anyway, after I finished lopping most of Billy’s hair off and the trip to the mall, he and his wife dragged me down to the nearby “Babies ‘R’ Us” store to look for cribs and clothing. I don’t know about you guys but looking at baby stuff really isn’t my idea of fun, nor do I find any of it “cute”. My cousin’s wife was running around squee-ing over everything and I was standing there asking, “Can we go now?”

You can tell I’m not planning on having kids. I don’t like them. They’re messy, not that I’m any cleaner but they smell too!

I told my best friend #3 (I’ll number my best friends because there are three of them and I’m pretty sure you won’t remember their names anyway) about it when I got home and he laughed for some reason, saying, “I bet you fit every damn shirt there.” My response was, “No, actually they don’t. Trust me. ;-; I tried.” Then he laughed some more, calling me a “Plus-size baby.”
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