Something I randomly pondered last night before my head hit the keyboard...why is it that Ringo Starr got to sing about getting high (with a little help from his friends), but Jim Morrison couldn't sing about his baby, and how "she get high"? Anyways, no I didn't forget the update day, the comic is going to be up later this evening, because I fell asleep at my desk last night while inking. I kid you not. For once, blasting Basshunter through my headphones failed to keep me awake long enough to finish.
I got a wicked awesome hair cut the other day. For being a gal with relatively short hair, it still always take me over an hour to get a cut, and the floor is always covered in what looks like a mile of hair...seriously, my hair is thick. I can't stand the weight of it. So I got it all razored off. The gal was awesome. I've never heard so much excited squeeing in my life from a hairdresser before. If you feel up to spending $30 (this includes a $4 tip if you're cheap or poor) to do something funky, go to Hair Designers behind the post office and ask for Courtney. She'll fix you up. RLY? YA RLY!
Interestingly enough, I popped into the drug store/gift shop next door to use the restroom afterwards, and when I came out, I was in a liquor store! For serious! I had no idea how I got there. The guy behind the counter looked a bit put off when I asked him where the hell I was. And for those of you who don't believe on coincidences, sorry to disappoint you; I didn't take it as a sign of my fate to purchase alcohol and left empty-handed.
These past two weeks have been...interesting, to say the lease. I'm smiling and laughing and talking nonstop all day and feeling awesome, and then crying my eyes out all night and trying to figure out why life is such shit to all the people who don't deserve it. I feel like there's nothing going on, and yet too much going on at the same time. No, I'm not bipolar, things have just been...weird lately. I feel like Charlie Brown: "Then there is the nights. Lying there thinking about all of the stupid things I did during the day, and all of those hours in between when I do all of those stupid things." Only instead of stupid things I'm meant to have done, it's stupid things I've said. I guess sometimes I think that bringing things out in the open for the first time will make things better, and to be honest, it feels REALLY good for a little bit, but, like good old Charlie says, then there's the nights, where you lie in bed wondering why the hell you said all those things and wishing you could take them back and bury them again.
Wow, that was more of an emo blog than a newspost! Well, in other newsposty news, Palousafest SUCKED this year. Seriously. The only thing I got was a packet of condoms thrust into my hands and a woman insisting that I could afford to eat at West of Paris (no coupons or anything mind you, just vigorous insistence). Unfortunately I define "affordable" as being able to feed both myself AND my boyfriend for only $7 at Casa. And what's up with Palousafest only being two hours this year, and in the evening what's more? No wonder there were no decent booths...last year all the businesses got to rent them for a full day. What sort of business wants to pay the same price for only two hours?
Also, breaking news: Mariella Frostrup = teh s3x.
08/22/2007
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