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Dec. 9th, 2003 05:25 pmI had planned on being very good this afternoon and going into school to do some work. I made it out the door, but as I was walking past Vidal Sassoon, someone came chasing after me asking if I wanted a free haircut. He claimed it was because they were short a model for their class, but I think there may also have been a touch of horror at seeing the condition my hair was in after not cutting it for six months (yeah, I'm lazy about things like that). So I spent the afternoon getting my hair cut. It was the classic cutting class, so nothing too drastic--just a little shorter with some layers. It looked different to me, but MacGuy didn't notice any change at all, so now I'm not sure what to think.
Of course, the wasted afternoon means that I should be productive tonight, which is unfortunate because I got season five of "Buffy" on DVD today, and MacGuy brought back a copy of Pirates of the Caribbean from California and I had planned on spending a fun evening pretending to work while watching those. Now I have to do real work. And figure out what to wear to the Christmas parties that are taking up the rest of my week.
Of course, the wasted afternoon means that I should be productive tonight, which is unfortunate because I got season five of "Buffy" on DVD today, and MacGuy brought back a copy of Pirates of the Caribbean from California and I had planned on spending a fun evening pretending to work while watching those. Now I have to do real work. And figure out what to wear to the Christmas parties that are taking up the rest of my week.
