For the sake of argument: I don’t at all mind myself in natural, long hair. It’s just that it always gets in my face so I put it up anyway, so what’s the point? Also, natural, unbleached/undamaged hair, is really hard to style since mine is SO straight and so coarse!

Okay, folks. So Hairy, My bro, Jaci, my pops, and I are traveling to the Far east next Tuesday for family stuffs. One portion will take place in a small village on a day to honor the deceased, so my mother insisted that I do not have pink hair for that day.

She asked that I dye it back to a normal color, but I was already trying to dye the OLD black out of it from my brother’s wedding! So we decided to get a wig. We bought it yesterday from Discount Beauty Supply on Fillmore. The lady was REALLY helpful and sat me down in a chair to show me wigs and everything.

My biggest fear about the wig is that I have a really weird face-to-head ratio. I have a big face, and a small head, which is why I try to tease my hair to kingdom come: to make my head match my huge face. But with a wig, your hair gets smushed down = alien head. Since this is a real human hair wig, I should be able to style it, but it’s quite thin and not a lot of hair to work with. I kinda don’t know what to do with it. All I know is that it keeps getting IN MY FACE and IN MY MOUF!!! YUCK!! RANDO HAIR IN MY MOUF!!! SO I definitely need to clip it to the side or cut some bangs into it. Thoughts? ALso I don’t know which way to put the part. I think it looks better on the side of my natural part, but the hairline actually looks better and the whole wig sits better on the other side. hmmm.

Here’s a silly video. Seriously, the wig looks WAY WORSE in person. I didn’t sync up the music and clips very well, but I didn’t want to spend a lot of time on it. It’s pretty funny anyway. Here ya go!

Okay, so, one of the things I take pride in is how few cell phones I’ve owned/bought. I was always really late on the technological game when it came to communication.

My friend Margaret bought me my first cell phone because I refused to get my own. She picked it out, and it was the same phone that the angels used in the Charlie’s Angels remake:

I had this phone for a kabillion years before it konked out on me, and I broke down and got a little black Sony Ericson in 2006. The camera phone was terrible, and I still had to txt people on the number pad while everyone else had fancy qwerty pads. Unfortch, this meant that Manda’s 3 paged txts to me from her iPhone were probably answered with stuff like “ok” and “no.”

Despite how awful it was to txt people, I really didn’t NEED a fancier phone. I used to have a desk job with computer and phone access all day. And then after I left my job, I was still in front of a laptop all day at home, so, having email and internet on a cell phone was just not logical for me.

When my Sony started biting the dust a few weeks ago, I decided to walk into the AT&T store with Manda and just see what my options were, and I walked out with a Samsung Propel with unlimited media. Apparently my plan was “so old” that I got all these upgrades for no extra money. Sweet, right?

Well, I can’t get the internet to work, and now, I can’t get the PHONE to work inside my own house! What the hell? Should the difference in phone change my reception, even though it’s the same carrier? I don’t use my landline, and I work from home. If my cell doesn’t work in my house, it is nearly useless to me. My mom says to return it, but I wonder if I will just have the same prob with a different phone, and it looked like my other option was some form of Blackberry (uh, do those come in pink, by any chance?).

I hung out with my mom today, and she randomly showed up at my door before I had gotten out of bed. WHY?! Because when she called, she apparently left a voicemail, THAT I NEVER RECEIVED, because MY PHONE DOESN’T WORK IN HERE! AHHH! Very frustrating. I guess I have to go back to Palo Alto to see what I can do, but if the phone works in the store, I don’t know what he will tell me!

I kinda forgot that I threw a bunch of Bibi pics up my Flickr but never put them in my blog!

So for your lazy Sunday enjoyment, here are a bunch of cute doggie pics.

I was trying to get a cute pic of her to make Bibi’s Tour of World Peace t-shirts, but, I didn’t lower my photo lights, and, she is impossible to get to stay still!

So I don’t go out much these days, and even if I do, I don’t really drink. I’ll generally be okay with being the designated driver if Hairy wants to have a drink or beer or two. Me and alcohol have never been great friends. I didn’t even have a whole drink until I was about 27 (thanks, Eric Silver). I just always thought it tasted yucky and I needed nor wanted any part of it. I thought it was really silly in general. Nowadays, if there is dancing to be done, I will need a drink or two or I will hide in a corner. Somehow I feel like drinking is very draining on the body, so I need to be mentally prepped for a night out on the sauce.

It is Manda’s spring break right now, so, we stuffed our fat selves into Oliver’s little Firebird and headed to our beloved 1984 at the Cat Club. It is our go-to for cheezy, finger-snapping good times.

I was actually sitting next to Hairy but wasn’t able to get myself in the cramped photo!

This is Manda toasting to spring break:

Here’s us on drink #1:

Here’s Hairy and Oliver while I accost them with my camera.

I kinda can’t remember when in the evening this was taken.

I never know what kind of face to make in candid photos, because the person always takes so long to take the pic, and by the time the pic has been taken, I’ve already made like 5 funny faces and am spent!

Also, my hair was totally melting and it was making me sad. I require structural integrity in my ‘do to mantain a high level of self confidence.

It was quite dark in the club through the camera viewfinder, so all the pictures were sort of blindly taken and poorly auto-focused. For instance, I had no idea what Oliver and Paul were doing until I reviewed the photos today:

I think this is an especially manly photo, don’t you agree?

This is photo is only funny to me and Manda, probably:

I was holding the camera, thinking I was taking a photo of Manda and myself, but I didn’t realize I had the camera pointed the wrong way, and I took a picture of Paul instead on accident. It’s not very funny to re-tell it, but at that moment, I was like, OMG, I’m a huge moron, and maybe kinda drunk, and it was the funniest thing ever, and I could barely breathe.

There were some more, really unflattering, really sweaty photos, that will not see the light of the internet. I may not have a LOT of shame, but I do have just a little.

This morning, Manda woke up with a snot fountain in her nose, and I feel like I am getting a nice, itchy little cough. Bummer!!! Going out in public = exposure to GERMS!!!!!!!