i have an appointment tomorrow morning at a hair salon in town. i actually used to go there, when i was like 12. they're apparently among the top 40 in New England and i am paying them $100+ to cut my hair so it no longer looks like shit and dye it bright fucking red. i've never had my hair an unnatural color (well, it's been black and bleached, but those aren't, you know, Little Mermaid Red). i can't decide if i should get it bleached all over and just dye the top red, or get it red everywhere. decisions, decisions. who knows, man. i still can't believe i'm going to a salon. not my thing at all. but i do look really crappy lately (i'm wearing grayish greenish boys' shorts with a tshirt and hoodie, which is basically what i've been wearing every day since it started to get warm out. i have a hard time finding attractive warm weather clothes for some reason. also i really need to shave my legs. they're gross.
i got an mp3 player. it's a Creative Zen Neeon. it's nice. and tiny. and doesn't force me to jump through hoops to get songs on there like an iPod would. just click and drag, baby, and it's got its own ripping program (which is FAST). sounds nice, too. yup, i'll be just as oblivious as everyone else when i'm walking to work.
i got an mp3 player. it's a Creative Zen Neeon. it's nice. and tiny. and doesn't force me to jump through hoops to get songs on there like an iPod would. just click and drag, baby, and it's got its own ripping program (which is FAST). sounds nice, too. yup, i'll be just as oblivious as everyone else when i'm walking to work.