So, this day was. . .interesting. I colored my hair last night, and it. . .didn't turn out the way I wanted it to. It's kind of black now. I looked in the mirror this morning and thought, super. I look like Morticia Addams. Then I put on the outfit I'd planned on, and when I pulled on the boots (mid-calf, high heeled black boots) I realized right then that I could never wear those boots ever again, because I truly looked like a vampire hooker. I have a feeling if I didn't have the black hair, I'd just look like a regular hooker. So the boots have to go. Not the ones I wear on usually at least a bi-weekly basis, but a pair that I don't think I've worn since college.
Anyway, I went to a salon near my house and they told me that it would, in fact, be a long an arduous (and more expensive than I want to think about) process, but they might be able to help me. I'm a little concerned that the process is going to turn my hair to straw. Most people at work didn't think it was awful (they actually said it looked fine), but the way I figure it, if I let it grow out, I'll just have to keep recoloring the roots a color that I hate. I swear I'm never going to touch my hair again. Until I start going gray.
So work was whatever, we've survived without Vi. It's. . .so nice when she's not there. We're not being micro-managed within an inch of our lives. Now she's coming back and we're all going to get a dressing down about. . .whatever she can come up with. And I'm going to have to train that woman I don't like for my job.
After work, I had a conversation that put me into one of those "oh my God, I need to drive and sing" moods. And then. . .I needed a cheeseburger. I'm not a big beef eater, and I don't eat hamburgers very often, but occasionally, I have a hankering, and I had one of those this evening. Since I was going to be driving anyway, I thought, "Why not Burger King? In Asheville?"
Little-known fact about me: Burger King is basically the only fast-food burger I'll eat. If there's absolutely nothing else around, I'll eat something else, but Burger King is the way to go.
So one double cheeseburger later, I was still driving (and it was really foggy. I probably wouldn't have driven as far as I did had I known how foggy it was) and listening to Maroon 5. Probably not the best band, considering, but whatever.
I'm rambling.
Ok, I'm going to stop rambling. And I leave you with this: if you ever get the urge to buy me a "Because you're awesome" gift or a "Because you work too hard for too little pay and deserve something awesome in your life," I would recommend this site. Pretty much any of those would make me happy.
The wretched computer dilemma has been fixed. Somewhat.
I was talking about the fact that my PC is ghettoly screwed up the other day at work, and someone suggested I just hook up an Ethernet cable to the laptop. I just so happen to have an Ethernet cable from college that I kept for whatever reason, and it's ridiculously long. As such, it can reach both to my couch and to my bed. It's not as good as wireless Internet, but I still don't have to sit at my desk and/or have a screwed up computer. I'll see if my father can do something to the PC next time I'm in Raleigh, but until then, I can sit on my couch and use the computer!
I went to Asheville last night and stayed over with Carol. Her friend Monica was there, too, and we went out to this Italian place for dinner. Afterwards, we went back to Carol's and watched Halloween. Every time I watch that movie, I forget how scary it is. It has a lot to do with the music, I think.
Along that same vein, if you haven't seen Halloween III and you're a fan of really bad movies, I highly recommend it. Halloween II picks up right after Halloween, but Halloween III has nothing to do with anything. No Michael Myers, no Dr. Loomis. . .it's about these masks that have been. . .possessed or something to kill every kid who wears it after hearing this weird Halloween jingle. . .I don't know. All I know is that it's amazing, and when Halloween IV came out, it pretended neither II or III had happened.
Anyway, I'm thinking that I need to go to a doctor or something about this sleep issue. I didn't take anything to help me sleep last night, since I didn't know when I left work yesterday that I was going to be staying with Carol, and I probably got 3 hours of sleep. The rest was just me lying there, singing the little songs they taught us in Christian school in my head, trying to fall asleep.
Today, the three of us went to what I believe to be the best breakfast place ever. It's a place called the Over Easy Cafe. It was. . .healthy food. They had vegan and vegetarian options, and I think I read on the menu that it's all local and organic or something. Regardless, it was AMAZING. I had a Greek omelette (sans olives, obviously) made from, apparently, local eggs, spinach, feta cheese, tomatoes and onions. They also have really, really good coffee. I want to go back (probably next time Katie's here. I want to take her there because it sounds like the kind of place she would like.) and get the long-sleeved black T-shirt I saw on the wall this morning.
Then we walked all around, shopping-ish. We didn't really buy much (I got new tights) and then we went to this bar and had a beer.
I came back home and went to the Apple Festival which I'd been looking forward to for a year - a year ago, I was here, looking for an apartment before I started working, and I was here the day the festival was going on, but we didn't stop. I was. . .honestly? a little disappointed. I don't know why. It's possible I was just feeling lonely today. Because I was.
Oh, I went over to Aron and Amy's Thursday night (missing both The Office and Grey's Anatomy to be sociable. I don't regret it.) Emily from work and her fiance (Josh?) were there, too, and we played Scatagories. I like playing games with people who don't take the rules too seriously. Sometimes you play games with people who make sure that everything is by the book. With this crowd, we counted pretty much all answers (Example: The letter was A and the category was "Things that jump/bounce." I said "Aerosmith."
Anyway, it was cool.
So, I'm really into Maroon 5 these days. I've loved them since their first album came out, but I've been listening to them a lot here recently. Tonight, I finally bought their second album. I'd downloaded most of the songs on it, but I decided to go ahead and buy it. I'm glad I did, because not only did I get the album, but there were 3 or 4 bonus songs on it, and it came with a DVD. . .all for less than 10 bucks. I'm excited.
Only Maroon 5 could write a song about killing your significant other's lover and have it make you want to round up the person of your choosing and take them for an afternoon rendezvous.
Maroon 5 music has been the cause of several debates between Nick and myself. I find Maroon 5 music all incredibly. . .sexual, I guess. I refer to it as "baby makin' music." Nick thinks it's too fast. I say it doesn't matter.
Two of the other discussions we've had both involve the song Kiwi. Kiwi is one of my absolute favorite Maroon 5 songs, but it is, admittedly, pretty dirty if you listen to it.
Anyway, there's this part of the song. . .I guess it's the refrain? The bridge? I don't know. But it really bothers Nick because it doesn't rhyme. I say, it's the best part of the song. It goes, "I can't wait to take you home/Fingers through your hair/Kisses on your back/Scratch me with your nails." Et cetera and so on. Really? Does it matter that that doesn't rhyme?
The second discussion we've had about the song is the line that begins, "Lipstick smeared all over your face. . ." One day while we were listening to it, Nick says, "That does not sound sexy at all. It sounds sticky and messy."
I beg to differ.
But anyway. Point being, Maroon 5 is what I'm into right now.
Also, I bought Nyquil at Wal-Mart tonight, and I was carded. . .so they could make sure I was at least 18. I suppose when I'm 34, I'll wish for the time that people carded me.
And that's all I have for now. I'm in a really weird mood.
After work, I had a conversation that put me into one of those "oh my God, I need to drive and sing" moods. And then. . .I needed a cheeseburger. I'm not a big beef eater, and I don't eat hamburgers very often, but occasionally, I have a hankering, and I had one of those this evening. Since I was going to be driving anyway, I thought, "Why not Burger King? In Asheville?"