Last night I spent a good two hours letting my hair get acquainted with the scissors. Yes, I've attempted to cut my own hair so it doesn't look like a dyke-cut (as Nick would say) and it came out rather well. I can wear my hair down if I choose, but I've grown accustom to the faux-50's style I've been sporting the past couple of weeks.
Then again, being able to run my fingers through my hair without feeling any gunky palmnade would be wonderful.
Chicago is great and wonderful. Lauren, Cassandra, and I were singing it in the backroom during art (and C was doing practically all the juicy moves from the Cell Block Tango) as we finished up some of our art history work. At some point Michaels yelled at us to turn off the music, but not before half of the class saw us (lip)singing and dancing. Good times, good times.
Electric skillets are beautiful and wonderful. Made a hibachi-esque dinner on the coffee table while watching Stargate SG-1 last night.
Continuing on those lines, wrote an insane amount of japanese for an essay. Most of the kanji looks rather pretty, so I plan to buy some sumi-e paper and more inksticks.
Still need to finish that gigantic canvas.
Grandma's being evil again. A relative, who has a history of borrowing much money from said grandma, is asking for even more money so he can marry in the Philippines. And he doesn't have a job. Heh, idiot.
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