T minus four weeks. So ready for graduation!

Hair in my eyeballs (before). Gonna look super-cute with a beret in 4 weeks (after). I got my hair cut today at Zena's salon at 1014 N. Charles St. by Sarah Cathcart, who won Best of Baltimore Women's Hair Cut 8 years ago from the Baltimore Citypaper. She was great, very sweet and I showed her a picture I cut out of a short hair mag (narrowed down to by my good friend Alexandra) and she said "I'll be able to get pretty darn close" when I said that it was just a point of inspiration. Also, my Vibram fivefingers distracted the receptionist to the point that that was the FIRST thing I was asked about when I entered the salon.

"You look even more jewish with short hair" --Alex

It's so pretty out that it makes me want to go all the way and crop my hair REALLY close, like, 1/2" shorter. Except maybe for the little sideburns. I want to hook up the television and cable today and get all my clothes and furniture and my printer over to the new place. Also, I would like to go to bed when this desk shift is over. Just two more hours. **eyeroll**

My Mistake

And then I chopped off all of my hair. And by "I", I mean W. And by "all" I mean "most." In a bizarre turn of events, the ex just started a Blogger-powered weblog. We are not certain as to how we feel about this right now, but time will tell. Tonight I get to own up to about 40 people that I made some mistakes, and because of that I've got to do something that I truly don't want to do. I've forgiven myself, at this point. I made mistakes, I've learned from them, and I'm never going to make those same mistakes again. But, as an RCA I'm not allowed to make so many mistakes as all of that.

Wherein the breeze is felt

Tonight, W is coming over and we are going to watch The Prestige and shave my head. That is all.