I look like the Shaggy D.A.

I got my haircut today, and it's short. I've spent a year growing it out and was going to try to grow it down to my ass, but I got frustrated mid back (probably more due to grading stress than my hair woes) and told the hair magician to cut it off (but not too short). I don't look like a pixie (not that there's anything wrong with that), but it is at my shoulders. It's curly, so now I look like a sheepdog. I hand him a picture of Uma Thurman, and I come out like a sheepdog. Not his fault, mind you, but I just have sheepdog hair. It's like trying to make Carrot Top look like Pierce Brosnan. Ain't gonna happen.

Maybe if I starved myself and drank 200 degree lattes, I'd be skinny enough to have the body of Uma Thurman and then my hair would look like hers, too. Dream on. I'd look like broccoli.

Edgy thinks it looks good. He kept telling me how pretty it looked tonight. Anyone ever read Stevie Smith? Enough said.

Back to fucking grading.

PS. Love to Edgy for thinking it's pretty.

Hairy Potter: The Hair Magician

I got my haircut today with Pulchera's hairboytoy. I felt like a work of art. I've never seen anyone so entranced with and fulfilled by what they do. Plus my hair smells phenomenal. I keep sniffing it. I'm a freak.

All in all, it was a good haircut experience, though they don't have my shampoo I found in Paris. They carry the Kerastase line, but they don't have the particular bottle I need. It seems to be only found in Paris. I guess I'll just have to return to Gay Paris and pick up some.

HCC went amazingly well tonight since I forgot my bookbag and had no notes nor a book from which to teach. I had to discuss Byron from memory--Manfred, Don Juan. It wasn't bad, really.

Ok, off to toussle my already beautifully toussled hair by working out to Karen Kickmyass Voight's cardioyogasculpting. It's like S&M without the fun. Then again, that involves putting clothes back on and putting away my pizza pringles (nice image, huh?), so maybe not. Ah, naked blogging and pringle munching...

Oh...and the latest with PISD: UH won't accept the class I took as part of the curriculum, so tomorrow morning, HRguy has to "decide if he'll let it slide." F*ing PISD. If I wasn't eating Pringles naked I'd tell PISD to kiss my ass.

ONE MORE THING: Glinda, you went to see Corpse Bride without me? :op