Sunday, February 8, 2009
it seems like everybody and their moms has facebook now. and that there are more older people than the demographic facebook intended to reach out to. ( but whatever that's another blog for some other time). i remember chatting with friends on AIM. it brings back good memories. AIM chatting and facebook chatting are just like talking on the phone: you greet the other person, talk about whatever comes up, share stories about the day, blah blah blah and so forth, and then you finally say goodbyes. and with facebook chat you dont even have to type a word. you can type some abbreviated mess of letters that means something to the other person such as gtg, gnite, ttyl, cyal8r, and whatever else. it is not that difficult people. unless all of my friends with whom i facebook chat are a bunch of damn derelicts. i have found myself in deep conversation with friends on facebook chat and without warning they sign off. its as if im not important enough to get a "ttyl" or a "gtg." it really grinds my gears when this happens. honestly im threatened to end our relationship on facebook. next time you do this, you will be deleted.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
it has been a little over a month since i chopped off my hair. i went home for christmas break and it turned out that my family disliked my long hair. they persisted that i cut it. i held strong through the holiday break. there were so many advantages to having long hair. my hair kept my head warm. with long hair i become invisible (because people that got to know me when i had short hair dont know what i look like now). let me explain- now there are no weird salutations in the hallways of school or church or even at the gym. and with my longer hair some people that i wouldnt consider good friends couldnt recognize=invisibility. and i became knowledgeable on different types of hair products (gels, hairsprays, shampoos, conditioners, and i even broke down and bought a blowdryer). anyways it was the last day of my california vacation and i cut my hair. i regret it to this day. but there was just so much peer pressure. i had to do it. afterwards i felt naked. you know that aura of lightness when you get when you walk around naked? maybe not. but for those that have, you know exactly what im talking about. and i was feeling the same way. it took me two weeks to grow accustomed to my new look. i refused to put gel in it or even style it. i wore a hat for the first few days. furious at myself for doing what i did, i came to face reality: Life with short hair, again.