cindy's world

I didn’t get my haircut. The salon I’d wanted to go to was so booked up that they put me on the waiting list for the entire weekend and never called me to go in. This actually makes me want to get a haircut MORE. I may go do my old thing where I walk into any random cheap place and say, “Do whatever you think will look good. I’ll trust you.” I don’t have a hangup about hair and never understood people who cry over getting what they feel is a bad haircut. Whatever the salon does, I can fix on my own, and besides, it’s just hair! If I can’t fix it, it’ll grow back! Who cares?! When it grows out in a few weeks, no one would remember (if they even noticed in the first place) an old haircut.

P.S. I just re-read my last entry about the movie Iris. I had some grandiose ideas but had some trouble expressing them, and that last entry was barely coherent. *sigh* So much for good intentions.

Yay! Steamed mini pork buns, green onion cake, soy bean dish, and hot & sour soup at Supreme Dragon, 4pm, as my only meal of the day.

We missed Bingo as the computer-related business took longer than expected at my parents’. So we just hung out with them for a few hours afterwards watching real survivor stories on the Explorer or Discover station or whatever it was.

We were supposed to meet my parents for dinner at Supreme Dragon, but they had called me an hour before meeting time to tell me they won’t be able to make it because they were with some friends at Sports Chalet, which is totally out of the way for them. “I wonder what my parents could want at Sports Chalet,” I said to Mr. W upon hanging up the phone with my mom. When we walked in my parents’ front door, the first thing I saw on the stairs was a Sports Chalet license plate frame that says, “I’D RATHER BE RUNNING.” “Neither of you run!” I said, laughing at my parents. “We got that for you, it was free at Sports Chalet” they said. Oh. “Thanks! Lemme take off my $30 UCLA Alumni license plate frame and put this on.” I guess I’m gonna put it on the front license plate. My mom showed me another Sports Chalet license plate frame that says “I’D RATHER BE SHOPPING.” My mom said she got that for her friend. I said, “Is that why you guys went to Sports Chalet? To get free license plate frames?” “No, I also got this free,” my dad said, holding up a 2006 fishing guide. My parents are SO Asian.

Me: So I’m gonna get my hair chopped this weekend.
Mr. W: Oh! You should make an appointment now! Go call them now so they have room for you this weekend.
Me: I can’t, I left [the stylist’s] card in my car.
Mr. W: Shit!

This is the man who almost dumped me when his daughter wanted her long hair in an updo for a dance with tendrils hanging down the back and I suggested she can just trim a few tendrils and curl them at the back of her head, and he freaked out at any mention of “cut” and his daughter’s hair in the same sentence.

I had my first Dove chocolate square in a long time. The foil wrapper read “Do something spontaneous.”

So one phone call later, I nixed my lunchtime workout plans, and did that something spontaneous.

I feel good.

For years now, the number 14.4 has wafted through my conscious and tortured me with its failure to reveal its origins. It’s one of those familiar things, and I pronounce it in my head as “fourteen-four.” Why is fourteen-four so familiar in my head? What does it refer to?

187, 211, 459, 1170.12(a)-(d) and 667(b)-(i) are familiar to me because they’re California Penal Codes for murder, robbery, burglary, and the premise of the 3-strikes law. Is 14.4 a Penal Code? I don’t think so because it’s something so familiar that I’d retained it in my subconscious. Is it Pica on a typewriter? Is it a standard measurement of something? But it’s such a imperfect number. Not 14 and a HALF, not FIFTEEN. What could it be? The length in inches of a legal piece of paper? No, that’s 8.5″ by 14″.

I think at some point, I had figured it out in a conversation with someone. But I’m not sure because right now, I have no idea what the hell 14.4 is. Do any of you out there know?

Stevie Wonder had written in a previous comment, “…if salvation there be.”

I think I can drop the “if” from that statement now. =)

I had a Diana moment at lunch today. I’m kinda messed up, so it doesn’t take much for a fellow coworker to convince me to go to lunch with him instead of running 3 miles at the gym. On the way out of the restaurant, I thought some guy looked familiar from the back, but I wasn’t sure it was who I thought it was cuz this is really out of the way for him. I walked by him, and then turned around and looked at him. “Oh my God, Mike!” I said as I walked toward him, just as he took a HUGE mouthful of pastrami burger. With his cheek puffed out like a squirrel’s, he nodded at me and tried to put his food down. I gave him a half-hug across his shoulders. I then introduced my coworker to him. “What are you doing here?” he asked me. I said I was just here on lunch break. He said he works around there now. We didn’t talk much, but I had *just* thought of him a couple of days ago when I walked toward jujitsu class and saw a big banner offering bartending classes (he was taking bartending classes the last time we’d talked). It’s kinda funny with Mike — we’d met thru a mutual childhood friend of mine, and we would hang out at the bar, and then one day he brings in a photo of my parents. “What the heck?” I said, staring at the photo. “This is at my house,” he said. “Your mom and my mom are coworkers and they hang out all the time. This picture is everybody at my parents’ house singing karaoke.” I don’t know how he suddenly figured out who my parents are, but that was pretty weird. Small world.

There’s a first time for everything. I am publicly recanting the post entitled “Guardedly Chipper” because I jumped the gun on the label that something was a lie. As it turned out, there was a logical explanation for what I felt were inconsistencies, and I am going to go with that.

I’m thinking of keeping a Yay and Nay log, sort of like a pros and cons list, but ongoing. Then I can see whether the yays outnumber the nays and maybe give credit where credit is due. Of course, then we run into the problem of quality vs. quantity, which is the problem with pro and con lists. It doesn’t seem quite fair to simply quantify events and issues, but how do you assign differing weight to each item? I can also see my OCD going beserk with this log. In mid-conversation, mid-action, I’d have to put up a finger and say, “Hold that thought,” and run off and log it. Or I’d have to pull over when something occurs to me on a drive and log it. =P Maybe I shouldn’t even start.

When I try to go into my gmail account to check email, I can sign in like normal, the little window pops up to say some security thing or other, I click that “yes,” I want to proceed, and then it just loads a blank white screen. 🙁 Anyone have any suggestions? Other sites (like this one) loads just fine so it’s not that internet has abandoned me. I’ve already cleared my internet cache (cookies, files and search history), restarted the computer, same thing.