On the way to work, the lady sitting next to me was puking on the bus, in a bag. She did not look well.
On the way back from work, a mom with two boys ages ~2 and 4 allowed her two year old to eat apple slices on the metro. He bit off the skin and threw it all around him. She saw and not only did she not pick up the pieces, she just kept giving him more slices as he demanded. Way to go.
Even though I have a “usual” hairlady, for the past three haircuts, I’ve gone to three different people. The first was back in July of last year at a Vietnamese barber shop where the lady gave me a rough cut. Not great, but not devastating either considering I couldn’t really communicate much to her. I like to think my wavy hair is pretty forgiving of most haircuts as long as it’s below shoulder length. The next person was in California this past March. It was a bit shorter, lying just below the shoulder, but I liked it and it grew out nicely. Last night, I went to a guy’s house to get my haircut. The community, if you know who to talk to, is chock full of these at-home businesses. You’ll find full fledged hair salons in someones basement or even spas. 
So he works during the day at some salon charging $65 a haircut but for his basement run gig, it’s only $18. Nice. Only issue, I’m not sure I like my haircut, and I don’t say that often. Here’s the thing, I can’t see when I’m getting a haircut. After the glasses come off, I only tell whoever’s cutting my hair I want it long enough to tie up and bangs or no bangs. Because of that, I’m generally okay with whatever I end up with. This time though, I feel like he fobified me! He styled my hair stick straight like typical nice Asian hair then gave me a layered cut. All I need is the school girl outfit and I’m set for Halloween. I’m going back to Christina next time. She works with my waves.
The hair person’s advice for hair loss – eat more alkali foods such as seaweed and get more sleep. My doctor also advised me that stress can cause your hair to come out.
Great, the dentist is telling me to chill out or my teeth are going to get worn down to nubs, and now my doctor is telling me to chill out or my hair’s gonna fall out!! I need to move to the Caribbean.
When I first started school two years ago, I was so excited and eager. A year later, I was tired and ready to be done. Now that the last day of class is in two weeks, on October 17th, 1PM (who’s keeping track?), I’m feeling relieved yet wistful. A lot has happened in these two years. I’ve met so many people, made new friends, and gotten a new job. I think back now and as much as I whined and complained about assignments and exams, overall, it’s been a good experience. Life during these two years have been good. Maybe even worth going into debt for it. I can’t believe I said that. When the loans start kicking in in February, I’ll probably be singing a different tune.
So let me whine my final whine. I have been procrastinating on my last assignment for a week now. I barely understand what we’re learning! I’ve gone on Facebook, read blogs online, blogged, and still I just barely figured out (finally after two nights of racking my brain and emailing the professor the stupidest questions — poor lady) gotten some numbers out of Excel Solver. I’m so screwed.
I haven’t been to the zoo for eight or nine years. Since Taishan the panda was born, I’d been curious to see him but last week when I went, I realized he’s full grown now. So I got to see him alright, but I couldn’t tell if he was the one laying around doing nothing, slumped over doing nothing, or splayed legs scratching his butt. That was pretty much the state of the three pandas when I saw them, but I couldn’t tell who was who.
I’ve been in a total funk lately. Don’t care about school, don’t care to shop!!! (not that I can afford it anyway), don’t care for anything except maybe getting in my daily exercise. So there’s that at least.
Back in high school when I watched Oprah pretty regularly, I learned that you should keep a log of things you’re thankful for when you’re feeling particularly ungrateful or dissatisfied with the way your life’s going. So I’m grateful for:
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