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Today I had the weirdest thing done to my face. I went to a salon that was close by here because I desperately needed my eyebrows done before they took over my head. I went in to get them waxed, as I usually do, and ended up getting them threaded. If you don't know what eyebrow threading is, welcome to the club. This will probably explain it better than I can:
So yeah, it was interesting. It hurt of course, but in a different way than waxing, and the woman claimed that it hurt less in later sessions when you don't have so much hair to remove, which is probably true. Also, I was commended for not flinching and whining, which apparently most women do the first time. I can see why, it's definitely a weird feeling, but I'm used to getting them waxed so I wasn't too fussed. She made them a liiittle thin for me, but it was only the first time I've been there and I'm not really good at explaining what kind of shape I want since Suzanne in Beeville used to do such a good job without any input from me. Also if you know me at all you know I fuck with my eyebrows compulsively, so they're usually a little thin to work with anyway. Hopefully if I get them done regularly I will stop doing that so they can grow out and have a better shape. I usually only start messing with them when they're growing out and getting annoyingly bushy, so there's a good chance that I'll be able to break that habit. I was also amazed at the price: only $8, the same price as an eyebrow wax there, and the same price as in Beeville. Less than in Houston, where the place I went cost $12. The woman who did them here was super super nice too, so I left a good tip (I think) and will definitely be going back.
After I left the salon I went to the gym of my own volition, which goes to show you the depths of boredom two and a half weeks alone can drive me to. I actually had a pretty good workout (warmed up on the cross trainer and then did a bunch of weights) and feel pleasantly tired. I am going to start adding workouts to my to-do list so that I'm actually driven to go, because if one thing rules me, it's Remember the Milk. After the workout I came back and danced in the shower to Sugarland, which completed the awesome. I love the waterproof iPod speakers I bought. I also used a new shower gel, Sea Island Cotton, instead of my usual Cucumber Melon, and I smell delicious.
Yesterday I watched the Olympics opening ceremony, which was just the most ridiculous and over-the-top amazing spectacle I've ever seen. It even beats the fireworks at Disney World/Epcot, because it was mostly done with PEOPLE. Like, people in colored costumes and lights moving in unison to create all these moving shows and images. All through the show I was expecting it to be revealed that there actually weren't any screens at all, it was just Chinese people all the way down. It was really cool though, and I think this is the first time I'll be old enough and interested enough to actually get into the Olympics instead of just being annoyed that they're interrupting all my shows, so I'll probably be watching them all the time. I can't wait to see the gymnastics, which is always my favorite.
The rest of the day holds nothing but some serious vegetation for me. I need to call my mother and make sure she successfully activated her new phone, but that's about it. I had a bad moment with her the other day when she got the phone in the mail and called me all frustrated with it (of course) and then asked if there was any way she could keep all her voicemail, text messages, and pictures. I was getting aggravated explaining to her that text messages and pictures are stored in the phone or on a SIM card, and voicemail messages stored on a server somewhere, so since she was switching phones and networks she would not in fact be able to retain any of those. Then it was revealed that the reason she was asking is because she had a voicemail saved from my Tio Pino, who recently passed away. So I had to tell my mother that since she was switching to AT&T she would lose the last way she had of hearing her dead brother's voice. That was pretty depressing. I actually even called T-Mobile to see if there was anything they could do, and the woman who answered sounded so sad and apologetic that she couldn't help me that I think I ruined her day too. In the end, it was decided that my mother would play the voicemail over speakerphone and record it on Lorenzo's music recording equipment, so that should actually turn out alright.
Well, time to scarf pizza while catching up on last night's Monk and Psych on the couch, thereby undoing all the work I did at the gym today. Yum.
Click to viewSo yeah, it was interesting. It hurt of course, but in a different way than waxing, and the woman claimed that it hurt less in later sessions when you don't have so much hair to remove, which is probably true. Also, I was commended for not flinching and whining, which apparently most women do the first time. I can see why, it's definitely a weird feeling, but I'm used to getting them waxed so I wasn't too fussed. She made them a liiittle thin for me, but it was only the first time I've been there and I'm not really good at explaining what kind of shape I want since Suzanne in Beeville used to do such a good job without any input from me. Also if you know me at all you know I fuck with my eyebrows compulsively, so they're usually a little thin to work with anyway. Hopefully if I get them done regularly I will stop doing that so they can grow out and have a better shape. I usually only start messing with them when they're growing out and getting annoyingly bushy, so there's a good chance that I'll be able to break that habit. I was also amazed at the price: only $8, the same price as an eyebrow wax there, and the same price as in Beeville. Less than in Houston, where the place I went cost $12. The woman who did them here was super super nice too, so I left a good tip (I think) and will definitely be going back.
After I left the salon I went to the gym of my own volition, which goes to show you the depths of boredom two and a half weeks alone can drive me to. I actually had a pretty good workout (warmed up on the cross trainer and then did a bunch of weights) and feel pleasantly tired. I am going to start adding workouts to my to-do list so that I'm actually driven to go, because if one thing rules me, it's Remember the Milk. After the workout I came back and danced in the shower to Sugarland, which completed the awesome. I love the waterproof iPod speakers I bought. I also used a new shower gel, Sea Island Cotton, instead of my usual Cucumber Melon, and I smell delicious.
Yesterday I watched the Olympics opening ceremony, which was just the most ridiculous and over-the-top amazing spectacle I've ever seen. It even beats the fireworks at Disney World/Epcot, because it was mostly done with PEOPLE. Like, people in colored costumes and lights moving in unison to create all these moving shows and images. All through the show I was expecting it to be revealed that there actually weren't any screens at all, it was just Chinese people all the way down. It was really cool though, and I think this is the first time I'll be old enough and interested enough to actually get into the Olympics instead of just being annoyed that they're interrupting all my shows, so I'll probably be watching them all the time. I can't wait to see the gymnastics, which is always my favorite.
The rest of the day holds nothing but some serious vegetation for me. I need to call my mother and make sure she successfully activated her new phone, but that's about it. I had a bad moment with her the other day when she got the phone in the mail and called me all frustrated with it (of course) and then asked if there was any way she could keep all her voicemail, text messages, and pictures. I was getting aggravated explaining to her that text messages and pictures are stored in the phone or on a SIM card, and voicemail messages stored on a server somewhere, so since she was switching phones and networks she would not in fact be able to retain any of those. Then it was revealed that the reason she was asking is because she had a voicemail saved from my Tio Pino, who recently passed away. So I had to tell my mother that since she was switching to AT&T she would lose the last way she had of hearing her dead brother's voice. That was pretty depressing. I actually even called T-Mobile to see if there was anything they could do, and the woman who answered sounded so sad and apologetic that she couldn't help me that I think I ruined her day too. In the end, it was decided that my mother would play the voicemail over speakerphone and record it on Lorenzo's music recording equipment, so that should actually turn out alright.
Well, time to scarf pizza while catching up on last night's Monk and Psych on the couch, thereby undoing all the work I did at the gym today. Yum.