I have some things that I would like to discuss. The first is that Jared Leto is currently at my office and I am not. Trust me, I'm not even sure how this actually happened—how he came to be at my office, I mean, not why I'm not there; I know why I'm not there and it's because it's after 8 o'clock at night—but I have deduced, through a flurry of tweets and Facebook messages, that this is indeed where he is. What's he doing there? Eh, probably just wearing a jacket with a sheepskin collar and leaning against things, I guess. Does my office have a boiler room? NOW I'LL NEVER KNOW.
I'm sure I've told you many times about my Jordan Catalano obsession—oh yes, here and here and here and here; hmm, I see I hardly mentioned it at all then—but I am finding it increasingly unbearable to imagine that the lead singer of the Frozen Embryos is currently meandering the hallways of my workplace while I'm sitting at home on my couch. I don't know that's what he's doing, of course, but it's what I'm picturing. And while I'm picturing it, a Buffalo Tom song is playing in my head.
(I'm really sorry if you've never watched My So-Called Life, because the majority of this post is probably not making any sense to you at all. I'm also really sorry because you are MISSING OUT. Go rent the box set and get back to me when you want to discuss why we never actually see Tino.)
Do you think Jordan Catalano is ever going to come back to my office? I don't know, but I'm not taking any chances. Tomorrow I'm picking up a box of Crimson Glow and one of my dad's old plaid shirts, just in case.
Speaking of Crimson Glow—which is a hair dye, for the uninitiated ("it's not red, it's Crimson Glow!" and yes, I do speak entirely in quotes from My So-Called Life for large chunks of my day)—I am having some interesting thoughts about my own hair, and they are mostly based around this: should I cut it all off? I've been growing it for ages—two and a half years or so—and at this point, I'm not even sure why. It looks okay long, but honestly, I feel more like myself with a swoopy little bob, especially one that looks just as good air-dried as it does when I attack it with a blowdryer (my long hair looks horrible if I don't blowdry it, and part of me would kind of like to get that ten minutes back every morning.)
But then.....I've been growing it for so long. Should I really undo all that hard work?
In other news, the stitches in my ear are itching like effing crazy, and the only thing that seems to stop the itching is tugging a little on my earlobe. This is all well and good, but I am beginning to worry that people think I'm giving them a secret signal when I do it, like "this place is boring, let's ditch." It has got to the stage where I have to consciously remind myself not to make eye contact when I pull on my earlobe, lest I give someone the wrong idea. I'd stop doing it, but the sweet relief from the itching is just about worth the risk that a large number of people at work think I'm some sort of shifty creeper who's trying to communicate with them silently in the middle of a meeting.
Finally, I'm sure we're all on the edge of our seats over my bathroom renovation progression, and I'm excited to say that all the tiling is done and the room is now a carrara marble masterpiece, albeit a carrara marble masterpiece without a sink, a toilet, or any working plumbing. Which kind of makes it a mausoleum, I think. Either way, you all convinced me that dark gunmetal gray would be the way to go on the walls, so I'm hoping to tackle that this weekend before I head out to Minneapolis on Sunday for work.
Yes, Minneapolis! Have you been there? Do you live there? I'm going for a conference, but I'm hoping I have some free time to wander as well. I hear they have a rollercoaster in a mall and I'm putting it at the top of my list.