Hair Cut

I got my hair cut today at 4:00pm.
I took a picture of me with my new hair cut.

I went to a picnic and rode a motorcycle too.
What did you do today?

Living in Res

I got mail yesterday. Real mail. Not the fake e-mail kind. The real deal, paper envelope and all.
I actually got two pieces of mail but we're just going to talk about one.
Okay?
Good.
So it was a letter of acceptance to the resedence at Sheridan. It was a pretty boring read but I'm guaranteed a spot in the residence! How neat is that?

Personally, I think it's very neat. However, if all goes wrong, my residence experience could crumble like an old crumbly cookie. How? A crummy roommate. That's how. I mean what if I get stuck with a roommate with really flaky skin? I can't live with that, it's just not natural. How would you expect me to focus on my studies?
Second hand smoke is one thing but clouds of dry dead skin? It would plug my sinuses for sure. I'd have to have oxygen tubes up my nose all the time and I'd have to wheel one of those geeky oxygen tanks behind me. Sure the tubes would be transparent and the tank small, but everyone is still going to notice. "Hey look! There goes Oxygen Boy!". It would be horrible.

I want to be known as Benjamin - the coolest guy ever, not Oxygen Kid - can't breath right. It would end up in the year book too for the whole world to see. I would be forever scarred. Definatly wouldn't be able to hold a job, no one wants an employee with breathing problems nevermind rubber hoses up his nose. It's just something I really don't want to have to deal with. I already have enough trouble with my wonky knees, cracking like popcorn when ever I go up or down stairs.

At any rate, I'm sure my time at Res will be a hoot.

Snap-up Buttons

After visiting the small pet store I took off toward my next destination of the day, Old Navy.

As it is always is in the city it was a stop and go process all the way, what with the flashing red hands, never ending gradual inclines and jaw jarring three inch high 90 degree angle curbs not to mention the occasional pedestrian. Its a wonder the old ancient frame on wheels has survived as long as it has. Anyway, upon arrival I left the finely stitched brown leather dule springed seat of my Uncle's peddle bike and entered the cool air-conditioned mall.

Not long after my eyes had adjusted to the dim indoor lighting I found myself browsing through the hippest new styles of the summer. Armed with no scence of fashion direction I found it to be rather confusing. Determined not to leave empty handed I decided to like the white light-blue pin-striped snap-up t-shirt with a coller that I kept walking past. It hung nicely on the hanger, good lines, light weight material, reasonably priced, it was hip enough for me. So using the gift card I got from my Aunt and Uncle on my 20th birthday I bought it. Unfortunately, size small was too small so I stood in line again, returned it and bought a size large. The large was of course too large. With no medium sizes in stock I cashed in on the money back guarantee and in a huff, peddled back to the living room television.

It was somewhat disappointing yes but as least I got some fresh air and exercise. . . right?