Monthly Archive for March, 2008

New Orleans photos

I don’t really like taking pictures on trips. The main reason is because I’m on vacation to experience the place, not to document it all. Since I’m a bit OCD, taking pictures of stuff involves cataloging, careful captioning, making sure things are in order, etcetera etcetera. I don’t really want to deal with my neurosis when I’m supposed to be on holiday.

The other main reason why is because my camera sucks, as do my photography skills. I can take forty pictures, all at the same angle and with the same lighting, and of that whole batch maybe four will turn out okay. Everything else is blurry and terrible.

So when I went to New Orleans this past New Year’s, I got my friend Micah to take the pics for me. I still had to throw out a bunch, not because he’s a bad photographer but because my camera just sucks that badly. But what’s left is still a decent photo-narrative of what happened there. Not all of these pics will sync with what I did; Micah and I, after all, are different people and had different schedules, hung out with different crowds. But it’s still awesome, and I’m very grateful to him for doing this for me. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have any pictures at all!

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Haircut

I’ve been in desperate need of a haircut for a long time now. Observe how nasty I look in this spontaneous picture (that my father unfairly took of me when I wasn’t looking and when I was bellowing in outrage over something that was happening in World of Warcraft):

So nasty.

So nasty, am I right?

Today I went with my mother to Fantastic Sam’s. This is the first haircut I’ve had in in five years that wasn’t done in a for-real salon. I’m currently unemployed so I can’t shell out the big bucks to get my hair done all purdy, and my mother is Oriental so… yeah, she’s not going to pay more than $15 for a haircut. In fact, I’m amazed she even offered to take me to a barbershop to begin with. When I was growing up, she’d give me hideous bowl cuts. Then she’d wonder why I didn’t have a boyfriend.

The haircut I wanted looks like this:

The haircut that should have been.

Instead, I got this:

Blah.

Blah.

I guess it’s not BAD. It’s just not really what I wanted, either. Oh well. Maybe if I wax it out…? I don’t know.

Gintama

Gintama is a freaking odd show. Go download it now. I’ll probably write more about it once I’ve seen more than the first two episodes.