so tonight is matrix night and i'm all excited. we have tickets for the 11pm show at crossgates. which means that we'll have to be in line by at least 10. damn. that's sucky. the guy that i bought beck's tickets from said that the lines will form an hour to an hour and a half ahead of time. damn. and that was for the 6pm show tomorrow that she's going to. 11 tonight will probably be worse... damn. anyway, so i'm all excited and beck's giving me a hard time because i'm going to see it without her and i broke our "pact" (we're gay... we were supposed to go see x-men and the matrix together... but i sorta did break it...) but she's got someone to see it with tomorrow so it's all good. beh. look at me ramble on about this. i can't concentrate at work today. it's warm in here and stuffy and too quiet. suck.

so it's all about the bathroom today. when i was in the bathroom (for like the 5th time already today, i'm a peeing freak) i heard some woman exit the stall, turn on the faucet, run her hands under quickly, turn off the faucet, pull out a paper towel, and leave. ew. there was no soap involved in that process and that is gross. i could tell that there was no soapage because there was no pumping action. not before the faucet turned on. and there was no break in the sound of the water to indicate that she would have run her hands under the water, taken them out to soap up her hands, and then returned them to the water for rinse. ew. all i'm saying is what's the point of running your hands under the water without the soap? gross. this is how diseases are spread: improper handwashing.

i'm so vain. i probably think this song is about me.

so when i was at the hair salon saturday waiting while beck got her hair done i realized that i could never work in a hair salon. or any other place that has a lot of mirrors. or really reflective windows for that matter. when there is a reflective surface around, i must be staring at myself in it. i'm like, fascinated by my reflection. when i drive and i stop at lights/stop signs/whatever i'm always flipping down my visor and opening up the mirror and checking out my hair etc. i just got back from the bathroom where i spent an extra 10 minutes in there staring in the mirror. i am so glad i have a hair appointment tonight because my hair is just disgusting right now. it's all bushy at the ends. ew. i have a blue shirt on today and it really brings out my eyes. i rock. :) i will rock much more when my hair is cut and not bushy/shaggy.

i used a new self tanner on friday from bath and body works. it had a bronzer in it so i could tell where i was putting it. the result was much better than my last attempt with the neutrogena self-tanner that didn't have bronzer in it (i was streaky... very bad). but i didn't moisterize before i put the tanner on and i wasn't so good about moisterizing the last few days and now my dry skin on my legs is getting back at me. if you look closely you can see the cracks in my skin. i look like a cracked desert. it's pretty bad. beh. i guess the only way to get tan legs that look natural is to let the sun get 'em or to go tanning. but i'm afraid of the cancer. i bet the vanity wins out on this one though. i was at express this weekend and the one salesgirl was wearing a short skirt and her pale, pasty, white legs just looked so gross... i wanted to vomit. or hand her pants. so i'll need to get color on my legs somehow before i start wearing shorts or skirts because i don't want to cause that reaction in other poeple.