my hairstylist quit her salon and is going back to school. i called today to book an appointment - i shall not turn 27 with such a mop - and apparently im invited to her house tomorrow for a cut. ugh it's 25 minutes away though! but she's been doing my hair for years and she's a friend, and it's not as if i get my haircut all the time. 3? 4? times per year at most im guessing. all those folks who've given my compliments lately on my hair, fooled you!
i've been an emotional person lately, moreso than usual. last night i sat down with david and said "from now until... well forever just do not acknowledge that i am crying during movies. it will only embarrass me." i cry at movies a lot. any movie portraying such and such joe hero overcoming the odds/giving it his or her all/going the distance/sacrificing for the betterment of someone else dude, explosive water works. lord of the rings, don't even get me started. i could and have boo hoo'd through the entire 10+ hours of that film. omg the shire is in trouble! i feel so sorry for golum! i can't believe sauron cut down some ents! arwen forsakes immortality for aragorn! helms deep is saved! it's totally embarrassing but totally unavoidable too so please, just ignore it and let me wipe my nose on my sleeve in peace.