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1. I feel very proud of myself, because for the first time in my life I set up my own health insurance that I got through my own job, called in and set up my own doctor's appointment. I'm especially happy because I haven't had a pelvic/pap for two years now, and I can stop feeling guilty about it. Ooh, and I'm also going to set up my own dentist appointment too, though I probably won't tell my mom that, because she always gets upset due to her own sordid history with a bad dentist and her fear that my going to an unknown one will inevitably result in the same result. You know, usual mom stuff. I figure, if things don't seem right, I'll just switch dentists after the first appointment. How much can a person's mouth be ruined from one cleaning?
2. I think Hot Fuzz is one of my most favorite movies. Because I like it and Shaun of the Dead, the first installment from its creators, so much, I think I can conclude that British humor is way better than American humor. I have never liked funny movies before, because they were all starring the likes of Adam Sandler and Will Ferrel, with plots that seemed to celebrate idiotic people systematically messing up the world around them. But the British comedies I've seen lately are much more intelligent and clever, and proportionately more enjoyable for me.
3. Some guy seriously hit on me on the bus today. It's been a while since that happened, and I find it rather interesting that it happened on a day when I'm a lot grungier than I usually am, and wearing glasses, which I haven't done on a weekday for a couple months now (they bother me when I'm doing lab work and the like). Even though the dress code at work is completely casual, I enjoy dressing up nicely most of the time, and besides it fits in more with the city's fashion sense in general. But not today. So this incident brings to mind a few things: firstly, something my mom (and, I'm sure, many other moms of teenage girls) told me in high school - guys are often intimidated by the really pretty or really confident girls, and will often approach ones they feel they have a better chance with instead. Secondly, a discussion I had on a science forum a while ago, where I defended that position that it is a plausible hypothesis that human men may have an evolved desire for women that seem more controllable. I got the most flack for this because I said that possibly could include girls who are anorexic, since they obviously have self esteem issues. Anyway, I feel like my little encounter today just added a little confirmation to both these statements. Of course, considering that it's very likely that he also approached me because he thought I was Italian, the whole grungy glasses thing may have had nothing to do with it. Ah yes, nothing like having a confusing multi-ethnic face. Anyhow, the experience itself was really rather irritating, and I was more than happy to veto his assumption that we would could get coffee together next time he saw me. I'm glad I don't usually ride the bus at that time of day.
4. I'm considering chopping off the majority of my hair. I'm liking my hair less and less these days. Yes it's fine and soft and all that, but it's so uninteresting. And I can't DO anything with it that will make interesting - because it has no body, it has no hold, it has no texture. Nothing but the most secure of ponytails and hair clamps will stay in for more than an hour or so, all my attempts at curls, even loose ones, fall out even faster - and other than that, it just feels like it's in the way all the damn time. When I sleep, when I work - hell, when I wash my face - I can't move my head very much otherwise the ponytail will slip over my shoulder and get a full dose of soapy water. However, I'm also a little scared to cut it off, because I haven't had short hair since I was in elementary school and had a lovely little variation on the bowl cut, and the very fact that my hair has no hold or texture or body may make it difficult for me to carry off any style besides that bowl cut, or maybe some kind of bob that will make the hair get in my face all the time. It's making me wish, as Tekla does, that we were all just bald and could be done with it. Blah.
5. I love cucumber salad. aka, cucumbers, red onions, italian dressing, and mmm-mmmm, feta cheese. Simple but amazing - an much more guilt free than a bag of potato chips. This concoction that has single handedly made me adore feta cheese. Not unlike the way John's pecan/brown sugar encrusted roast peaches in vanilla ice cream single handedly made me adore pecans. And the way mango ice cream with gulab jamun and mangos and sticky rice made me love mangos. Boy, I sure was missing out back when I was picky. I feel bad for the me of the past.
2. I think Hot Fuzz is one of my most favorite movies. Because I like it and Shaun of the Dead, the first installment from its creators, so much, I think I can conclude that British humor is way better than American humor. I have never liked funny movies before, because they were all starring the likes of Adam Sandler and Will Ferrel, with plots that seemed to celebrate idiotic people systematically messing up the world around them. But the British comedies I've seen lately are much more intelligent and clever, and proportionately more enjoyable for me.
3. Some guy seriously hit on me on the bus today. It's been a while since that happened, and I find it rather interesting that it happened on a day when I'm a lot grungier than I usually am, and wearing glasses, which I haven't done on a weekday for a couple months now (they bother me when I'm doing lab work and the like). Even though the dress code at work is completely casual, I enjoy dressing up nicely most of the time, and besides it fits in more with the city's fashion sense in general. But not today. So this incident brings to mind a few things: firstly, something my mom (and, I'm sure, many other moms of teenage girls) told me in high school - guys are often intimidated by the really pretty or really confident girls, and will often approach ones they feel they have a better chance with instead. Secondly, a discussion I had on a science forum a while ago, where I defended that position that it is a plausible hypothesis that human men may have an evolved desire for women that seem more controllable. I got the most flack for this because I said that possibly could include girls who are anorexic, since they obviously have self esteem issues. Anyway, I feel like my little encounter today just added a little confirmation to both these statements. Of course, considering that it's very likely that he also approached me because he thought I was Italian, the whole grungy glasses thing may have had nothing to do with it. Ah yes, nothing like having a confusing multi-ethnic face. Anyhow, the experience itself was really rather irritating, and I was more than happy to veto his assumption that we would could get coffee together next time he saw me. I'm glad I don't usually ride the bus at that time of day.
4. I'm considering chopping off the majority of my hair. I'm liking my hair less and less these days. Yes it's fine and soft and all that, but it's so uninteresting. And I can't DO anything with it that will make interesting - because it has no body, it has no hold, it has no texture. Nothing but the most secure of ponytails and hair clamps will stay in for more than an hour or so, all my attempts at curls, even loose ones, fall out even faster - and other than that, it just feels like it's in the way all the damn time. When I sleep, when I work - hell, when I wash my face - I can't move my head very much otherwise the ponytail will slip over my shoulder and get a full dose of soapy water. However, I'm also a little scared to cut it off, because I haven't had short hair since I was in elementary school and had a lovely little variation on the bowl cut, and the very fact that my hair has no hold or texture or body may make it difficult for me to carry off any style besides that bowl cut, or maybe some kind of bob that will make the hair get in my face all the time. It's making me wish, as Tekla does, that we were all just bald and could be done with it. Blah.
5. I love cucumber salad. aka, cucumbers, red onions, italian dressing, and mmm-mmmm, feta cheese. Simple but amazing - an much more guilt free than a bag of potato chips. This concoction that has single handedly made me adore feta cheese. Not unlike the way John's pecan/brown sugar encrusted roast peaches in vanilla ice cream single handedly made me adore pecans. And the way mango ice cream with gulab jamun and mangos and sticky rice made me love mangos. Boy, I sure was missing out back when I was picky. I feel bad for the me of the past.