finally, friday

ye gods, i am so glad this week is nearly over. couldn't sleep much AT ALL last night, 'twas moighty frustratin', aye, moighty.

don't ask, and i won't tell. mostly because i don't know the full answer. i've been trying to step it up and listen to more musical females, since that mystery mix i made for jonathan. maybe i'd have made a better one now. i like to think so.

i need to find a new hairdresser, methinks. one that doesn't keep trying to turn me blonde. i said i wanted blonde bangs. BANGS, not all my hair. blonde - like white - bangs and a few pieces around my face, and dark brown for all the rest of it. and she goes, ok! and i wound up with yellow bangs, and yellow highlights through so much of the dark brown that i just look blonde again, like i was over the holidaze. frustratin'. i have an appointment with her next week, and i kind of just want to cancel and pay an extra $50 and get it done here in draper at jagged edge, because i liked them the last time i was there, and they did EXACTLY what i said. meh. hair. i like to think i'm above being so picky about something like my hair, but seriously, this last one was really disappointing.

i am thinking the bass guitar will be my birthday present to myself. my little brother has also kindly offered to teach me what he knows about the drums, since we have a kit sitting around the house that i might as well be using. although, like i've said before, i just don't think i'm coordinated enough for percussion. and what is bass after all, but percussion guitar? (i realize i'm probably generalizing greatly, here, but c'mon.) percussion guitar that someone with short fingers can play. i dunno why i didn't pick up on this sooner.

in other news, well, not so other, but... in news, i have finally set up a last.fm account/profile thingamajig, so if you've got one, find me and add me. it's just chelicious84. some other jerk stole chelicious. what is up with that? i was doing "chelicious" even before fergie came out with "fergalicious." just sayin'.

i keep getting twitter update texts from my cousin and from nathan fillion. i am thinking i should unsubscribe, and i don't know why i haven't already, because every time my phone dings, i get my hopes up, and then they just wind up crashing back down because, honestly cousin, i don't care about the aggies. and i don't care about college sports in general, and i don't care about lawyering or hunting, and that is all you ever tweet about. the nathan fillion ones are kind of entertaining, though. i might leave his. maybe. and honestly, who doesn't want to have nathan fillion pop up randomly in a text message? crazy people, that's who.

this no soda thing is killing me. i have been hoarding my dr. pepper chapstick in pockets of like every pair of jeans i own. i am pretty sure they must put crack in it or something. i am jonesing bigtime. i think i need to up the ante on the weight-loss thing and go back to south beach or whatever. i am cutting out soda, maybe sugar altogether (barring truvia in my morning tea, of course, but that's not sugar, so it doesn't count,) any processed carbs, red meat, and cheese. the last one will be hard. cheese is like, my greatest weakness. you don't even know. i even used that in a job interview, once. they asked me what my greatest weakness was, and i honestly said cheese. and i got the job.

maybe i will just pretend that i'm chinese, because they don't eat cheese. and i heart chinese food. and hey, there's no cheese in sushi, and sushi is my second greatest weakness. maybe this will be easier than i thought. does tuna count as red meat? i hope not. i love me some maguro.

anyway, that's about it from me for today. see? i can be a cheery sort of blogger. it doesn't always have to be so maudlin and melancholy. although, sometimes, maudlin isn't a bad thing.

my maudlin career - camera obscura