I had to think about this one for a long time.
It’s been a while since I last got my hair cut. I had been debating between getting it done pretty much same way I seem to always do or, for the sake of change, just shave it all off.
I think haircuts are an intricate part of who we are. Have a good haircut, and maybe the next time, we’ll get the exact same haircut. Have a bad haircut, and we can’t stop complaining.
I’ve had the same haircut, pretty much since I graduated from high school. It’s pretty simple. It’s just a variation of what I had before then except it’s maybe a little less conservative.
My hair was getting long though. It’s probably grown twice as long as it should have.
And well, today, it just came to the point where I had to do something about it.
So, which way to go?
I like my usual haircut. I’ve had it for a while now. I know what to expect. At 20 dollars, though, I can only have this haircut when I’m rich.
I’ve never shaved my head before. I have no idea what it’d look like. Sure, it’d look different. But, would the change be for good? I have no experience with a shaved head. What if it’s terrible?
Over the weekend, I was completely on the fence about it. Never did I ever think that I’d shave my head, but late Saturday night, I was definitely thinking about it. I talked to a few people about it, but they didn’t seem to really know either.
In the end, I decided to stay with my usual. Shaving my head was just a little too drastic. Maybe in a couple years, I’ll think differently of it.
I know, before I know it, I’ll have to make this decision again anyway.
I love FireFox.
But, I love how the fonts look on Safari/IE. If you’ve every used these two, you know what I’m talking about.
I stumbled across the solution late at night
Right click the desktop > Properties >
Appearance Tab > Effects Button >
Click on “Use the following method to smooth edges of screen fonts” >
scroll down to ClearType > Click OK > Apply.
Now I can use the power of FireFox with the beauty of Safari without the nasty memory leak.
It’s amazing how satisfying this is for me.
1 2 and… 1 2 3 four
corrected inconsistencies in fonts
It’s been a month or so since my sister’s Ipods were stolen. This house has been living on edge since.
Twice since the incident the minivan’s car alarm has gone off around 3 or 4 in the morning. Each time, a trio of men have stormed from the house in their underwear searching for the culprit. We haven’t found anyone yet.
Two nights ago, from my porch I could see my dad outside sneaking a stick behind his back as he checked the dark corners of the perimeter.
Last night, I slept with my window open. It’s been hot in the house because I think my mom’s been turning off the air conditioning. At 3, I woke up to a jolt because I heard a noise from outside.
I looked out my window from my bed. The motion-sensor lights were on.
In an unconscious moment, I had run down my stairs out my door. I surveyed the driveway and continued to run down the street. My eyes desperately searched for any movement.
There was none.
I found myself standing in middle of the street wearing only my shorts and sandals. In my right hand, I held a screwdriver in the reverse grip.
It makes me wonder what would have happened if I actually did find someone lurking in my yard.
I was talking to Jessica today and we were debating on the cute-ness of YouTube Diva Jennifer Chung. Jessica is ga-ga over her, but me, and I’ve told many a people this, I can’t get over the fact that she looks like Sam Han. No really. If she cut her hair and wore glasses, I’d expect her to play the box for me during praise.
Am I the only one that sees this?
Anyway, I found a picture of Sam and Joanne, and decided to photoshop it a little bit. Wish Sam wasn’t wearing his glasses…
On a completely unrelated note, our AIM conversation drifted as usual to food.
shorteehstyle: want me to get you food?
TIMe ToIM TIM: what kind?
shorteehstyle: i think we’re eating chinese
TIMe ToIM TIM: you’re eating chinese people?
TIMe ToIM TIM: wow
TIMe ToIM TIM: i knew you didn’t like them
TIMe ToIM TIM: but.. that’s
TIMe ToIM TIM: just.. disgusting
I have an inordinate amount of fun with this girl.
I awoke to a sudden jolt this morning.
… I am walking down a hall, maybe it’s a cafeteria. To the left of me I see a vending machine. The glass on the vending machine is removed; it looks like the machine is in the middle of getting loaded. No one is around. On the bottom, there’s a blue ice cream treat. I think it’s OREO. I buy it and continue walking down the hall.
To the right of me, I see the vending machine stocker. I tell him I bought an ice cream thinking he might worry that I stole it. He tells me it’s a popular new treat. I walk out the door. I’m on the street. I see my car. Blinking turn signals lights ahead. Arthur is there, and so is an older woman I don’t know.
As I get closer to my car, I see my gas tank door on the floor, a hose dangles from the tank. Arthur tells me, “It’s all gone.” I look in my car. It’s completely empty. I open my trunk. It’s amazingly clean.
Is my guitar gone? No, I put it away earlier today. My glove. It’s gone. Those bastards stole my glove. I look inside my car. I find my old glove, but not my new one.
I scream into the dark sky. “Why? Why?”
In my frantic state, I unknowingly wander into a busy street. I look down in time to watch a pair of headlights crash into my side.
Things that have happened in the past month or so:
1. Jessica’s car got broken into. GPS stolen. Window broken.
2. My guitar was cracked. I don’t know how. I think one of the youth dropped it.
3. Joey’s car got broken into. Broken window. Stolen palm holder.
4. My sister’s car was broken into. 2 Ipods stolen.
5. Jessica got rear ended. Hit and run.
6. Arthur lost his appendix.
7. My dad’s car broke down twice. (my car, as well, sits unfixed)
I keep thinking it’s only going to get better. But something keeps coming up.
I think as I long as I have something to lose, it will probably be lost. A side from Arthur’s appendix, everything else is just material and monetary loss. In that sense, I’m grateful to have things that I can lose.