Don't Procrastinate

I've learned my lesson.

So, for the first time this year. (Honestly) I have completely procrastinated on a large amount of large projects and studying for a great amount of tests which I have this approaching week.
It happens.
1. A website (30% of my Tcom grade)
2. A 4-6 page paper due on Monday
3. Another information roundup due on Friday
4. A test on Wednesday
5. A test on Thursday

LAAAAAME, and it's all my fault. Oh, did I mention that I have two presentations this week? Oh, it's the truth. Don't doubt it.
I'm telling you, never again.

So Bracken, my darling, I'm finding safe harbor between your shelves and PC's for the weekend again, just like days of old.

In other news.

The coolest thing happened the other day.
A man by the name of Isaac Joseph came into the MTcup during my super long shift and after some short conversation asked me if I would do him a favor. I replied with a raised eyebrow and a hesitant nod.
He slid me $5.
He asked me to cover the next person's drink with it, keep the change for a tip, and to then give them a card which read "Yes it really was free! Random Act of Kindness, have a great day."
I was amazed.
So I followe his instructions when Wally, a regular of ours, came in next and purchased his regular short cup o' joe, which was a mere $1.25. Well I would have felt horrible taking the$3.75 in change, because it wasn't me that did anything great, so I gave Wally the change. He gave me a $2.00 tip and then HID the last dollar in our store for someone to find to make their day. An hour later Lori, our cleaning lady discovered the dollar with great joy and exclamation.

I have greater faith in the human race.
I've told alot of people about it, and it seems as if people are spreading the love, which makes it even better.
Why can't there be more people like Isaac Joseph?

Ok back to work!

"If you only had ONE shot"

So, there’s this girl I know who had the epitome of what we know as “the pixie cut”. I mean her hair was short. Less than an inch, no kidding.
Anyway, I’ve seen her lately and all of a sudden her hair has transcended the “pixie hair cut” line into the “short hair” spectrum.
Overnight almost. All of a sudden she went from being the lead singer of the Cranberries to early nineties one-hit wonder Natalie imbruglia. Her hair is growing like a weed in spring.
I myself, have been stuck in the “short haired” stage of life for a long time, and mentally I feel like I’m over it. I’m ready for the akward medium length. I would really enjoy having the capability to pull it back into a non-ridiculous looking ponytail.
So I asked her. “how is it that your hair is growing so quickly?”
“Vodka”
what?
No really, WHAT?
“You know that season of friends where all of a sudden Rachel and Monica’s hair was ridiculously long and everyone thought they were using extentions?”
I noted her reference, and realized, despite NOT being a rather large fan of friends, I did in fact know what she was talking about.
“Well a friend of mine bought this Beauty Secrets of the Stars book, and it said that the way they got their hair to be so long was by putting a shot of vodka into a 12 oz. shampoo bottle. They weren’t extentions it was their real hair. She told me about it, and I thought I’d try it.”
Apparently the alcohol cleanses the hair of all of the build-up and chemicals from the products we put in our hair. It then stimulates the hair follicles by opening them up to air, which promotes growth.
I was dumbfounded.
I told some friends, research was done and apparently its legit.
I’ve decided to give it a shot.
Pun intended, completely. (chuckle here)
So yesterday my 26 year-old friend Aaron mixed a shot in with my Pantene-Pro V. I used it this morning and it didn’t pull an overnight Rapunzel on me or anything. My head’s not a chia pet. BUT when I used it I did noticed an immediate difference in how shiny and soft it was.
So we’ll see.
As of right now my hair is hesitating above my shoulders and it is 8:39 am Wednesday, February 22, 2006.
Let’s say we check-in in a few weeks and we’ll see where we’re at.
**I am also taking vitamins, drinking a lot of water, and eating well. I’m cutting down on straightening and curling my hair, and if I can afford the time, I’ll refrain from blowing it dry. All of those great things they tell you to do.
Because I want my hair to be decently long before I go to Orlando.

Two seconds later...

In the computer lab...I have a story for you all.

Last year downstairs in the Atrium Emily shared a cup of coffee with a guy who looked like Captain McGorgeous from the Notebook. (I can't remember what the actor's name is, but we all know who I'm talking about). This guy looked EXACTLY like him.
It was his first cup of Joe EVER and Em helped him prepare it. They shared short conversation, she was smitten as a kitten. It was lovely. From then on we saw him everywhere, and had to put alot of effort into making sure we were still standing when he walked by, because he was that nice of a guy, and he was that gorgeous. etc. etc. etc.
He's the kind of guy who you could see building himself a log cabin and hiking into the eternal sunset with the love of his life (who happens to be a gorgeous botanist or something and resembles someone like Reese Witherspoon or some other flawless looking person).
A few months later we saw him riding a bike on campus without a shirt on.
Anyway, he's the lab attendant in the compter lab I'm in right now.
And bold Emily just struck up conversation again.

Two seconds later...

In the computer lab...I have a story for you all.

Last year downstairs in the Atrium Emily shared a cup of coffee with a guy who looked like Captain McGorgeous from the Notebook. (I can't remember what the actor's name is, but we all know who I'm talking about). This guy looked EXACTLY like him.
It was his first cup of Joe EVER and Em helped him prepare it. They shared short conversation, she was smitten as a kitten. It was lovely. From then on we saw him everywhere, and had to put alot of effort into making sure we were still standing when he walked by, because he was that nice of a guy, and he was that gorgeous. etc. etc. etc.
He's the kind of guy who you could see building himself a log cabin and hiking into the eternal sunset with the love of his life (who happens to be a gorgeous botanist or something and resembles someone like Reese Witherspoon or some other flawless looking person).
A few months later we saw him riding a bike on campus without a shirt on.
Anyway, he's the lab attendant in the compter lab I'm in right now.
And bold Emily just struck up conversation again.

First, possibly the worst.

Blog's huh? I feel like I'm kind of a later bloomer with this. Shoudln't I have started one of these when Starbuck's started appearing on every corner?
Oh well it happens. And now I guess people who are interested can read my random rants anytime they want.
I'm giving a wedding toast today for my best friend in a presentational communications class. It's kind of a strange thought, because I probably WILL be delivering a toast at her actual wedding someday. And this is a practice run. The goal for this one is to make people laugh so hard that they cry.
And to get class best speech.
Because the Michael-Moore-loving-dandelion-supplement-loving guy who sits behind me has a complete Monopoly on those speeches. And every time I'm short by one vote. Well he's WAY too cynical to deliver a good wedding toast. So I have strategy today.
I will prevail.
And if I don't, Emily will.

I'll let you know how it goes.