magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

my dreams this morning featured another (the same?) composite woman. and a scene in a heavily wooded parking lot. but i can't really remember any details.

one of the "scary old man" plumbers came back today, along with half of the dynamic, brothers leistico, tag-team (our landlords), to once again try to unclog our sinks that haven't worked since we moved in. it took them a few hours, and much trepidation, during which time george seemed completely enthralled that there were people in our apartment who aren't normally so, or maybe he was just amused at their general lack of competence. they eventually did unclog the drain (i'm not sold that it's really fixed for good), and proceeded to blame us (me specifically, i believe) for getting it clogged with hair. don't you think the three applications of drano along with two weeks of daily natural enzyme treatments would have eaten through a small hair clog? part of their argument was the hair that was around my sink (i cut it this morning and hadn't had a chance to clean it up, and none of it was in the drain, anyway). when they showed us the hair clog from the sink, it was distinctly medium brown. i'm blond, george's hair is dark brown. anyway.

so yes, my hair is short again. it was getting into the intermediate stage where it's too short to be long and too long to be short and is really just a pain. growing it out takes a year or two, cutting it takes fifteen minutes. seems like a pretty clear choice. i keep expecting to see more hair when i look in the mirror though.

i realized today that there is at least one thing that i don't procrastinate to do. when i get a question into my head, for which there is available a bit of (usually useless) knowledge that would answer it, i proceed right on to looking into it. the incident today occurred when george was talking about probably not having vacation time this summer. and i said that's if yr still working yr current job. and he said that even if there are parts of it that he doesn't really like, he does enjoy the physicality of it. i told him he could get a job at a ups warehouse. he asked, rhetorically really, if it would be in walking or bicycling distance. and i immediately wanted to know where the ups warehouse in austin is. i went to the phone book looking for it.

i'm often turning to reference books or the net to look up some bit of information that i happen to be intrigued with at the moment. i loved having an encyclopedia handy when i was growing up. sam always thought i was some kinda nut when we'd be talking about something completely inconsequential, and i'd say "we could look it up, you know." and proceed to do so. now, if i could find some way to harness the desire for instant gratification in the knowing of useless facts, and direct it towards my other activities, in which i procrastinate chronically, i might have something.

got last week's test back in acting. aced it. perfect score. i think i'm pretty solidly set in 'a' territory for that class, so that (in some sense) offsets my philosophy of religion disaster. but maybe this is still all the wrong mindset. i feel like i should be either working round the clock for the next few days to finish as much as possible for my philosophy class (probably to no avail, i don't think i could pull off more than a 'd' which although passing, is not transferable credit), or that i should be feeling traumatized by the whole ordeal, learning myself a lesson, as it were.