I had my hair cut
I have quite the poofy madness atop my head when I let it grow in peace, as I had been doing since last August. I had a huge, black, puffy afro, with hair over 5 inches long when extended. It would be curly when moist, frizzy and huge long after a shower, or filled with kinky demon curls if I slept while it was wet.
My 'fro was quite a source of amusment when combined with sources of light. ideath, Chihuahua Grub, and Equinoctial were all lucky enough to witness the spectacle of Christmas lights embedded within the puff, emanating a sinister glow. Another time, I stood by the window and looked down to the lounge across the courtyard below. Rick saw me, and from his angle, right behind my head was a large and bright fluorescent light, giving me a greenish fuzzy halo. He jumped up excitedly and pointed and yelled. It was among the cutest things that I have ever seen.
But as of Saturday, it is gone. Away. Weg. Bye-bye. Boom!
I went to the Aveda Institute, the training school for Aveda, over in Minneapolis. I paid my $10 and sat in a room with about 100 student stylists, getting my hair chopped off by a very skilled woman who forgot to give me a scalp massage. Over half my hair disappeared into an impressive mountain on the floor, and my cutter's instructor approved of the result. I have about 2 inches left. It's still curly, at least.
is coming up, and classes
are ending. My English Syntax
class ended on Friday. My professor talked about rather big-picture issues of language
change, thanked the class for an enjoyable
and interesting term, and walked out of class twenty minutes early. Apparently he always makes a dramatic
exit. Later that day, I attended my last Spanish
class. We did a relatively enjoyable role-playing
activity involving customer service
. For example, I was a butcher
at a supermarket, and a customer came in complaining about rotten fish
. I insisted that I only sold fresh
fish and I commented on his "refrigeradora rota" (broken refrigerator
). At the end of the class, as we students shuffled out of the room, our classmate Dan
said, simply, "It's been fun."
I now have one class and two finals left.
With this writeup, I enter the coveted
land of Level 6
-dom. (I'm not quite sure if that sentence makes sense.) This means... homenode
picture time! As soon as my before-and-after
afro photos are developed, I'll put them up. But for now, I shall put a photo from New Year's Eve
of me in demo mode