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My hair is considerable long right now, although it wouldn't appear as such to anyone else. I'm at the point where I can't keep from brushing my fingers through it, thinking, "This is too much hair altogether." And I got it in my head, since reviewing Fargo a few nights ago, that in lieu of cutting it or having it cut, I'd like to bleach it platinum blonde like Peter Stormare:
"Where is Pancakes House?"
I have a few white hairs any how, about 5 or 6. See, I got real thick hair.
The thing is, I've been so fucking static for so fucking long. I've become incredibly introverted, it seems, in situations where I used to be everyone's friend. It feels as though I give the impression of not liking anyone and not wanting to like anyone. The truth is, I don't like anyone, but I want desperately to be able to. And I want it back like it was when I made it easier for people to like me. I think they'll like me if I bleach my hair. Now THAT'S logic.
The point is, I really need to change a few things right now. There needs to be a serious rearrangement of priorities. Priorities that pale the importance of bleaching my hair, so to speak. These things need to be done. But I don't know if they'll get that way, how and by what means.
I don't know if most of you know this about me, but I'm Assistant Editor of NONSENSE Humor Magazine at Hofstra. I've held this position since about two semesters ago, which is also the last time I wrote anything funny, anything at all. I think I was given such a high position because I lost the election for editorship twice in a row. To be honest, I probably would have made a horrible editor. When I first joined is when I still had it in me to laugh and to make people laugh, and I think I was really good at it. Now if I come up with an idea remotely funny, my inability to expand upon the idea convinces me that it wasn't funny to begin with. I want to write an article about two homeless men who make spaceships and which one is better. If this is a funk, it's been the longest funk of my life. I mean, I'm no stranger to fluctuating levels of self esteem. But this dip, it's been a persistent one. It's beginning to feel as if I've changed permanently, for the worse and quite against my will. Like I've become my fucking father or something. I definitely need to bleach my goddamn hair.
Fucking I can't sleep because of there's heartburn in my chest and there's still Adderall in my head from fucking 7:30 this morning. It's a tenacious drug, with a firm grip on my nutsack. The heartburn is from a turkey and swiss sandwich. Three Kings is a great movie that I saw today. Gentlemen Prefer Blondes is also a movie I saw today that isn't great or even good. Maybe it's because I prefer brunettes over blondes any day. But it's probably because it sucks as a movie, but even more so as a musical. Three Kings, though, that's a really great movie starring George Clooney, aka Admiral Awesome. Battle Royale is also good, but mad Japanese. And Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow is fantastic, really, and much better than Sin City.
I don't know if I'll make it past 35.
"Where is Pancakes House?"
I have a few white hairs any how, about 5 or 6. See, I got real thick hair.
The thing is, I've been so fucking static for so fucking long. I've become incredibly introverted, it seems, in situations where I used to be everyone's friend. It feels as though I give the impression of not liking anyone and not wanting to like anyone. The truth is, I don't like anyone, but I want desperately to be able to. And I want it back like it was when I made it easier for people to like me. I think they'll like me if I bleach my hair. Now THAT'S logic.
The point is, I really need to change a few things right now. There needs to be a serious rearrangement of priorities. Priorities that pale the importance of bleaching my hair, so to speak. These things need to be done. But I don't know if they'll get that way, how and by what means.
I don't know if most of you know this about me, but I'm Assistant Editor of NONSENSE Humor Magazine at Hofstra. I've held this position since about two semesters ago, which is also the last time I wrote anything funny, anything at all. I think I was given such a high position because I lost the election for editorship twice in a row. To be honest, I probably would have made a horrible editor. When I first joined is when I still had it in me to laugh and to make people laugh, and I think I was really good at it. Now if I come up with an idea remotely funny, my inability to expand upon the idea convinces me that it wasn't funny to begin with. I want to write an article about two homeless men who make spaceships and which one is better. If this is a funk, it's been the longest funk of my life. I mean, I'm no stranger to fluctuating levels of self esteem. But this dip, it's been a persistent one. It's beginning to feel as if I've changed permanently, for the worse and quite against my will. Like I've become my fucking father or something. I definitely need to bleach my goddamn hair.
Fucking I can't sleep because of there's heartburn in my chest and there's still Adderall in my head from fucking 7:30 this morning. It's a tenacious drug, with a firm grip on my nutsack. The heartburn is from a turkey and swiss sandwich. Three Kings is a great movie that I saw today. Gentlemen Prefer Blondes is also a movie I saw today that isn't great or even good. Maybe it's because I prefer brunettes over blondes any day. But it's probably because it sucks as a movie, but even more so as a musical. Three Kings, though, that's a really great movie starring George Clooney, aka Admiral Awesome. Battle Royale is also good, but mad Japanese. And Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow is fantastic, really, and much better than Sin City.
I don't know if I'll make it past 35.
