Ridiculous^2
To add to my already very long list of duties at my job: delivery driver! Yep, I spent six hours today hauling Christmas gifts around half of the damn state. I can drive all the way to Albuquerque in six hours. I swear, I so do not get paid enough for the crazy things I do for my boss. Here’s a little map of my trip:
Isn’t that fun? I probably drove 200+ miles. Oh well, most of the time was spent singing to the radio, which I would love to get paid to do more often. If anyone runs across a craigslist ad offering such a position, email me!
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Man. I love my dad and our relationship has continued to get better as I get older and he treats me more and more like an adult. But he can still make some unreasonable demands and be a total ass when he doesn’t get his way.
Take, for instance, the fact that he needs to be at the airport at 4:15 tomorrow morning. I am tired as hell from working all week and do not want to get up at 3 a.m. in ungodly cold temperatures to drive him there. Not to mention the fact that I have to go to a funeral in the morning. So, I suggested he look into Super Shuttle or a cab or some alternative form of transportation, and he flat out refused to even CONSIDER it because he “doesn’t want to do that.” And then he proceeds to call me spoiled.
Seriously?
I wish Lisa would stand up to him, too, because I know she is going to get roped into driving him out there because she can’t say no. On the one hand, I’m this close to giving in just so she won’t have to do it, but on the other hand I don’t want my father to think he can push me around and guilt-trip me into getting what he wants. He needs to act like an adult.
And to think I used to wonder why I kept getting into bad relationships…
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Wow. Y’all, my hair is pink. And not like, kind of pink. It is PINK! I am fundamentally against the overuse of punctuation, but I was very, very tempted to use a plethora of exclamation points there. That’s how pink it is.
I originally kidded myself into thinking I could transform my hair from dark red/brown to hot pink all by my talented little self. Once I got to talking to my stylist about it, however, I realized that would be a huge mistake. And so I told myself it would be my Christmas present to myself and gave her the go-ahead. She originally estimated that it would take about four hours. Well. It did not. After two rounds of color remover, one round of bleach, two rounds of pink dye, and the actual hair cut, I had been sitting in the various chairs of the salon for eight hours. My ass was sore, my back was aching, and my brain was screaming. And I had the best. hair. ever.
I have been wanting pink hair since high school, people. Back then, my mother would never have allowed it, and I think I was just a little bit too shy to do it in college. But now that graduate school is (hopefully) approaching, it was now or never. I don’t know what I’ll do about my interviews, maybe wear a wig, maybe dye my hair a more reasonable color. But I am so glad I finally did it! What do you think?
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So, wow… remember when I had a blog? Yeah, I forgot, too! Life has been crazy the last few weeks, what with my birthday, Sam’s wedding, Thanksgiving, and life in general. I am exhausted and very happy.
The reason I hate returning to my blog after a long absence is I feel obligated to catch up on everything and can’t write a cohesive post. I want to talk about too many things, and a post that is about a little bit of everything and a lot of nothing is not interesting. So I’m hoping that this “hello, I am still here” post will get it out of my system and I can return with a coherent thought sometime next week.
Until then, here is a mental image to ponder: me with hot pink hair.
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