I had a really nice surprise when I came back from my lunch workout today. The loveliest bouquet of yellow and sunset roses were sitting on my desk in a pretty brass-colored jar-like container. They were from Vanessa, as a thank-you for being there for her. Awww, thank you for the flowers, Vanessa! Being the good friend that I am, I know what she really wants. So I’m posting a photo of my hair under the guise of taking a photo of me with her flowers. Please keep in mind that I’m bloated from PMS, and not just bloated, but especially bloated cuz my monthly visitor is running late. So I’m not at my best.
pretty flowers
I just got back from my forced march to see the movie 300. The only thing I’m gonna say about it is that it’s Gladiator meets Lord of the Rings meets Kill Bill. I like to go to the movies to relax and have a feel-good air when I walk out. Instead, this is what I looked like coming out of the movie.
You think this is haunting?  Watch the movie.
Vanessa’s on her date watching this movie tonite. I wonder if she’ll wear the same expression. She’ll probably enjoy it, though. Altho, I did learn one thing from the movie. I do not have elongated nipples. Sorry, Jordan.

I forgot to add another thing that I was grateful for yesterday, aside from good friends and having hair that a salon could screw up. I’m happy that I found my old jazz shoes before bellydancing yesterday, because we did so many chaine (pronounced shuh-NAY) turns that it would’ve been impossible barefoot. I would’ve been screeching haltingly on the wood floors, or flying across them uncontrollably if I were in socks. Who knew that bellydancers did chaine turns? I was also grateful for my prior dance experience.

Here’s a normal-ish photo. These photos make me want to post some old really good photo to redeem myself. But this isn’t my laptop. 🙁
hair I am.