The OTHER grand escapade..."oh dear" i hear them say
I forgot to mention a couple things yesterday...two things actually.
First off is that i was convinced into writing my life for everyone to read by Kimmy (see Kimulus). I have an aversion to things such as journals mainly because although i can write quite well and quite eloquently, i am frankly much too lazy to do anything like that...but i have started now because i was coerced and had threats put on my life if i didn't do as such (i will admit now that the previous statement was embellished, but writing's no fun without embellishments) and being able to type about as fast as i can think doesn't hurt either. It really cuts down the lazy factor, especially when i don't have to write...and besides, i waste enough time here as it is, i might as well do something productive...to a degree.
And as for the second thing...i am a curious chap, as those of you who know me will attest and i think one day, hopefully not soon, it will get the better of me. I bet you're all thinking, i wonder what he did this time...why the buggers is he rambling for so damn long about it? Honestly, just get to the point already and stop beating around the bush. I mean, listen to him, he's so absorbed in seeing his own writing, he may never get to the point...sodding bastard. Well, to all you young and impatient wahoo's who think that...patience is a virtue...just not necessarily one of mine ;)
But yar, the thing with girls is that they have all these...beauty products...and i'm not talking make up or anything like that. I'm talking about these thingamadoo-gadgets that help them to look all prettified (as opposed to petrified, which is something completely different entirely)...such as a flat iron for your hair. Now, i am no dunce and have seen the process in which the female-type people use these things. You clap it on your hair and you run your hair through it. The iron is toasty hot and as you run your hair through it, it irons it and makes it flat...logical. So i get to thinking (ooo, bad idea, if you know me...never encourage me to think too much)...if it straightens hair so that it hangs down straight, what stops me from straightening my hair up?
So between the genius of me and John, we decided "Justin's getting a fohawk!" Now if you think about it, it should in theory work (Wonderful thing theories...and really, you'd think i'd learn by now, but uh...no. Theories are shit, they never freakin' theorize like they bloody well should!). I iron my hair and it sticks up, simple. Well, we start doing this but there's one tiny miscalculation...or two rather. One is that my hair is already more or less straight...kinda defeats the purpose of the whole iron idea...but i shall not let this set me back! The other oversight thoughn is a bit of a pickle...in that anything that i could use to hold my hair up will either be torched on contact with the iron (hair spray) or it'll gum up the iron (which i should mention wasn't mine or John's, it was Kathryn's) and burn (hair gel or pomade). Now if either of the previous mentioned situations were to happen, there would be hell to pay...especially since Kathryn was bitching a bit at me already for using it, but you think that'll stop me from using it? Nah...
But that still leaves me with the problem of my hair not staying up, so we kinda give up on the fohawk for now and we try to make my hair go back to normal but that's funny...it's straighter than normal...and it's not going to stay down...shit. But have no fear, through my deep and thorough research (otherwise known as hearing Kate's hair horror stories) i know that it goes from curly to straight with the iron, but with water, hello former hair. So i jet off to the bathroom to get my hair wet...but there's still one thing...my hair's not doing the gentle curve it normally has...it is in fact sticking straight out at teh front and kinda...straight down at the sides. I say "Oh shit..." and realize i look like a freakin' bad anime character...but nobody needs to see me pretty so i just really don't care.
But from the grand escapade, i have discovered that John has really bad ideas, or the fact that between me and him we do...i shouldn't hang out with him so much anymore...but besides that, hair irons do what they're made for, they're wonderful things, really...except that they're freakin' ridiculous amounts of money (ie $200 odd something apparently...i say, wha?). I could buy like...more electronics with that kinda money! But each to his/her/their own i suppose.
And regarding yesterday, for those of you who question the driving skills of me and John, you need to realize one thing, it's not the skills that are the problem. Really, they're fine...we can do more than the average driver in fact...i mean, who do you know, your average Joe now, can go 4 wheel sliding around corners at will, traffic allowing (otherwise known as deserted ghost town...i don't trust other ppl to be around me when i do such things, ppl panic and do the stupidest illogical things ever).
But where was i? Oh yes, it's not the driving skills that are in question, it's the decisions while driving that are suspect. Being lost in downtown (you know, there's a damn good reason that we don't go downtown, unless forced to) is a damn bad situation for making decisions while driving. But anyways, i need to go eat dinner before i head out for music practice...i get to play bass...the first time in a month...lessee how well the fingers remember where and how to do the things they're supposed to...you'll hear from me again soon i suppose. ;P
First off is that i was convinced into writing my life for everyone to read by Kimmy (see Kimulus). I have an aversion to things such as journals mainly because although i can write quite well and quite eloquently, i am frankly much too lazy to do anything like that...but i have started now because i was coerced and had threats put on my life if i didn't do as such (i will admit now that the previous statement was embellished, but writing's no fun without embellishments) and being able to type about as fast as i can think doesn't hurt either. It really cuts down the lazy factor, especially when i don't have to write...and besides, i waste enough time here as it is, i might as well do something productive...to a degree.
And as for the second thing...i am a curious chap, as those of you who know me will attest and i think one day, hopefully not soon, it will get the better of me. I bet you're all thinking, i wonder what he did this time...why the buggers is he rambling for so damn long about it? Honestly, just get to the point already and stop beating around the bush. I mean, listen to him, he's so absorbed in seeing his own writing, he may never get to the point...sodding bastard. Well, to all you young and impatient wahoo's who think that...patience is a virtue...just not necessarily one of mine ;)
But yar, the thing with girls is that they have all these...beauty products...and i'm not talking make up or anything like that. I'm talking about these thingamadoo-gadgets that help them to look all prettified (as opposed to petrified, which is something completely different entirely)...such as a flat iron for your hair. Now, i am no dunce and have seen the process in which the female-type people use these things. You clap it on your hair and you run your hair through it. The iron is toasty hot and as you run your hair through it, it irons it and makes it flat...logical. So i get to thinking (ooo, bad idea, if you know me...never encourage me to think too much)...if it straightens hair so that it hangs down straight, what stops me from straightening my hair up?
So between the genius of me and John, we decided "Justin's getting a fohawk!" Now if you think about it, it should in theory work (Wonderful thing theories...and really, you'd think i'd learn by now, but uh...no. Theories are shit, they never freakin' theorize like they bloody well should!). I iron my hair and it sticks up, simple. Well, we start doing this but there's one tiny miscalculation...or two rather. One is that my hair is already more or less straight...kinda defeats the purpose of the whole iron idea...but i shall not let this set me back! The other oversight thoughn is a bit of a pickle...in that anything that i could use to hold my hair up will either be torched on contact with the iron (hair spray) or it'll gum up the iron (which i should mention wasn't mine or John's, it was Kathryn's) and burn (hair gel or pomade). Now if either of the previous mentioned situations were to happen, there would be hell to pay...especially since Kathryn was bitching a bit at me already for using it, but you think that'll stop me from using it? Nah...
But that still leaves me with the problem of my hair not staying up, so we kinda give up on the fohawk for now and we try to make my hair go back to normal but that's funny...it's straighter than normal...and it's not going to stay down...shit. But have no fear, through my deep and thorough research (otherwise known as hearing Kate's hair horror stories) i know that it goes from curly to straight with the iron, but with water, hello former hair. So i jet off to the bathroom to get my hair wet...but there's still one thing...my hair's not doing the gentle curve it normally has...it is in fact sticking straight out at teh front and kinda...straight down at the sides. I say "Oh shit..." and realize i look like a freakin' bad anime character...but nobody needs to see me pretty so i just really don't care.
But from the grand escapade, i have discovered that John has really bad ideas, or the fact that between me and him we do...i shouldn't hang out with him so much anymore...but besides that, hair irons do what they're made for, they're wonderful things, really...except that they're freakin' ridiculous amounts of money (ie $200 odd something apparently...i say, wha?). I could buy like...more electronics with that kinda money! But each to his/her/their own i suppose.
And regarding yesterday, for those of you who question the driving skills of me and John, you need to realize one thing, it's not the skills that are the problem. Really, they're fine...we can do more than the average driver in fact...i mean, who do you know, your average Joe now, can go 4 wheel sliding around corners at will, traffic allowing (otherwise known as deserted ghost town...i don't trust other ppl to be around me when i do such things, ppl panic and do the stupidest illogical things ever).
But where was i? Oh yes, it's not the driving skills that are in question, it's the decisions while driving that are suspect. Being lost in downtown (you know, there's a damn good reason that we don't go downtown, unless forced to) is a damn bad situation for making decisions while driving. But anyways, i need to go eat dinner before i head out for music practice...i get to play bass...the first time in a month...lessee how well the fingers remember where and how to do the things they're supposed to...you'll hear from me again soon i suppose. ;P