Have you gone yet? Go!
Okay good, I'm glad we could share that together. Brilliant, right?
That right there made my Thursday night. And then, with my awesome Thursday night made already, I went and won free movie passes. So Karl and I are now going to see Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom Saturday night. In theatres. For free. And then the radio station retweeted me. Am I slightly incoherent with joy and excitement? Heck to the yes.
Also, listening to Angi say "Watching Douglas Street" makes me think I might need to rename my blog. And it's tagline. Because at my current grown up job I don't have any time to fill. I forget to go pee I'm so busy. True store.
Okay, I was going to get some ideas down and blog later, but I feel like I'm on a bit of a roll here. I'm also watching New Girl so my mind is in a crazy space. By crazy I mean chaotic. Man, when this show's good it's good. Tonight, it's hilarious.
Apparently blogging in front of the TV is not the most productive thing ever. Apologies.
So, last week, before work got stinking insane, I had some time to think. Now I don't really think. Remember? I forget to go to the bathroom. Apparently if you also forget to drink water, your need to use the lavatory will eventually disappear. I'm sure that's not healthy.
Anyway, I've been thinking about my hair a lot lately. Because I'm vain. I got it cut in early December, and then I reminisced about some of my other shorter hairstyles over the years.
I started seeing a new hairstylist this year and she curled my hair for me. Anyway, that's boring, but what's exciting is that I finally figured out how to curl my own hair with my flat iron. All it took was getting my hair lobbed off an extra few inches more than anticipated.
All me, folks.
I was ecstatic the day I finally curled my hair. I'd bought all the products she used on my hair to get it to curl and looks purty. Except that my hair never stayed curly. 20 minutes of curling translated into zero compliments (except for one from Karl who watched me do my hair) and ended up with a tender scalp and barely wavy hair at the end of the day. Explain that to me! When the pro did my hair the same way I did it lasted for three days. I finally figured out why it's happening. You ready for this? It's ground breaking.
The reason hair dressers always do a better job on your hair than you can with the same products is because they lie. Straight up. They use the products, but they also use fairy dust. It's the only logical explanation, if you can even consider fairy dust logical. Fairy dust. My curls lasted for three days when the pro did them, but not even 3 hours when I did. Definitely not worth being late to work for.
So? What do you think of my theory? But more importantly, what do you think of Angi's mad cup skills? And does my blog need a name makeover? Have you noticed my updated "About Me" page?
Just in case you thought my hair product theory wasn't as hilarious as I did when I first came up with it last week (Karl's watching bad TV in the background now and it's distracting me), later this week I have a treat for you. I'm going to share the story of the time I got into a bar fight. Yeah, you read that right.
Also, I never thought I would vlog because I'm kind of boring. If you think I'm wordy in the bloggy blog, I'm way worse when I talk. The only difference is that I don't have visual reminders of what I've already said, so I tend to repeat myself. Since checking out Angi's vlog I feel inspired to find my musical cup calling that needs to be shared with the world. So far all that's coming to mind is my shameful ability to out belch anyone. No, it's not something will be shared with the world. I'm still working on finding something else.
Okay, I'm going.