Magical Mystery Tour
This past week has been pretty interesting. I honestly felt like the guy from office space with was hynotized and suddenly didn't care about caring about work and stress. Like all of a sudden a weight that I was carrying around with me for the past year and 3 months had finally passed. It was magical. I felt like I was getting my job done and getting back to life, the way it should have been all along. Where the fuck have I been?!
Another magical event was my first Paul McCartney concert. He is seriously still rockin' out at age 63 and it was definitely a night to remember. My Mom and Dad and Ian came with me and enjoyed our center stage floor tickets in row 14... it was amazing and I'm still in shock.
I got my hair done today, and it took the usual 5 hours for processing etc. but the whole thing I disliked about my vist there was that my mom wanted me to bleach out all the pink on the top of my hair, which totally sucks. Anyway, I did the painful process and nearly lost my hair in the act, but after they applied the toner, I started to really hate my hair. My hair looks like Neopolitan ice cream. I mean it looked cool at first, but after a while of looking in the mirror, it looks like a mis-matched outfit. Anyway, there wasn't much I could do at that point... After chicago, something has got to change with the coloring, its driving me nuts... I might just dye it all black and get it over with.
This evening Sarah and I and her friend Jamison met up for dinner at of course another sushi restaurant and made a breif trip to the mall. Jamison was one of the few musicians I've met in a long time that didn't name drop or self promote once. It was refreshing. So its 2:11 am right now, and Im butt tired, but I had to try my watermelon jello and I've been waiting for it to solidify... much like an analogy for my life. Waiting, waiting,for all the hard work to finally pay off and for things to come together as a whole.
Strawberry Fields Forever,
Karri
Another magical event was my first Paul McCartney concert. He is seriously still rockin' out at age 63 and it was definitely a night to remember. My Mom and Dad and Ian came with me and enjoyed our center stage floor tickets in row 14... it was amazing and I'm still in shock.
I got my hair done today, and it took the usual 5 hours for processing etc. but the whole thing I disliked about my vist there was that my mom wanted me to bleach out all the pink on the top of my hair, which totally sucks. Anyway, I did the painful process and nearly lost my hair in the act, but after they applied the toner, I started to really hate my hair. My hair looks like Neopolitan ice cream. I mean it looked cool at first, but after a while of looking in the mirror, it looks like a mis-matched outfit. Anyway, there wasn't much I could do at that point... After chicago, something has got to change with the coloring, its driving me nuts... I might just dye it all black and get it over with.
This evening Sarah and I and her friend Jamison met up for dinner at of course another sushi restaurant and made a breif trip to the mall. Jamison was one of the few musicians I've met in a long time that didn't name drop or self promote once. It was refreshing. So its 2:11 am right now, and Im butt tired, but I had to try my watermelon jello and I've been waiting for it to solidify... much like an analogy for my life. Waiting, waiting,for all the hard work to finally pay off and for things to come together as a whole.
Strawberry Fields Forever,
Karri