It never fails. I cut my bangs and then despise them soon after. Mornings are a flurry of combing and pinning and side-swiping.
In the end, thanks to the winter, I just use a hat to make it all better.
My first world problems are becoming increasingly amusing.
Today, I spent, at least, 3 hours reading. It was joyous and reminds me why I need to do it more often. Late morning baths and the High Line park turned out to be an exceptional places to read. To combat the park’s foot traffic on a Sunday afternoon, all one has to find is a table and a chair, tucked away in a corner with a little bit of sunlight.
A boy, no doubt a student, asked if he could take a photograph of me reading because the “light is so perfect.” I was flattered, he got his photo, and the afternoon went on. A few people took photos, but didn’t ask permission. This annoyed me.
I dropped by the Chelsea Market afterwards with the goal of coming out with enough food for the week. I ended up buying a tub of yogurt, a lemonade apple (which I’ve never heard of and picked up out of curiosity) and a can of sardines. The rest of my money went to a new book.
The good news is, reading requires very little energy, so maybe I won’t need that much food this week after all.
I think I may have a strange obsession with cutting my bangs. Almost every night, I like dragging my shears out, sitting in the bathroom and snipping just a tiny bit. It keeps me from cutting all my hair off. (I’m, currently, trying to prove to myself that I have the will power to grow my hair. Hey, I quit smoking cigarettes. This should be a breeze, right?…wrong.)
I realized something very important today.
Shelling pistachios when you have a time limit is just like taking the SAT’s. If you reach one that’s hard to crack, you have to move on. Just go back to it after you’ve done the rest.
Shelling is much less stressful and much more efficient if you think this way.
I made the bed and half way through my morning ritual, with wet hair, I laid down again and wished that you were here, spending a lazy day with me.
Upon finishing up a day’s work, I am pleasantly surprised to discover that the car ride from Cupertino to San Francisco is a lovely one. (taken 10.5.2010)