sigh.

i have so much to do over the next five days:

• finish putting together my dresser
• finish unpacking all of my stuff
• organize my room
• go shopping for work clothes
• get my hair cut and coloured
  

the first three are just random home drudgery. i hate housework so much, but i know i have to get that stuff done before i start working. as unmotivated as i am to set up my room now, i know i'll be even less motivated when i have a full time job to worry about, and i know it'll be really nice to have a place that feels like home when i return from long days of work...and my work days will inevitably be long.

i'm not looking forward to shopping for clothes. there are certain kinds of clothes i like shopping for, and certain kinds i don't. i love shopping for fun clothes, and i even don't mind shopping for suits. this is mainly because i think i look good in casual clothes, and i know i look good in suits. but now, i have to go shopping for business casual. this makes me less than happy. i look like an idiot in business casual. i'm going to try and find stuff that doesn't make me look like a frump, but doesn't make me look like a tramp either. but, that's hard. i have so much trouble figuring out what's appropriate for business casual, but even more trouble finding appropriate shirts that look good on me. button-down shirts are the easy pick, but they look uniformly awful on me. either they fit my lower half but they pop open at the boobs, or they fit my boobs and look like a tent on my lower half. neither result is tolerable.

as for getting my hair done...i'm looking forward to the cut, but not the colour. i always love getting my hair cut. i love having short hair, and the fact that there are wisps of hair brushing against the tops of my ears means that my hair is getting far too long. however, i'm really sad that i have to change my hair colour. i've had it all sorts of fun colours since january...blue, light blue, turquoise, purple, red...and i love having weird coloured hair. it's so much more fun than having any colour that occurs naturally. as for what i'm going to have it coloured for work, i'm still pretty sure i'm going to have it done black. i like having black hair, and it's the most fun hair colour that i know i can get away with at work. i'm hanging on to the blue as long as i can, though. i think i'm going to get my hair done on saturday: two days before work, just to make sure i have a day for damage control in case anything goes haywire with the colouring.

i've got a busy few days ahead of me.

a little on music

i'm sitting at the coffeehouse around the corner from my apartment, working on my program. they've got Tidal by Fiona Apple running from start to finish.

i could not stand her back in the nineties. however, twelve years after that album came out, i must admit it's pretty darn good. it's sultry. it's not the kind of stuff i could dig back in 1996, 1997...the older i get, the more i realise that back in high school, i needed music that fit one mood and one mood only: OMGTEENANGST. i needed music to which i could whine, cry, and feel sorry for myself. of course i still sometimes need music for that mood, even now. [back me up here...even if you're not a teenager anymore, teen angst still rears its ugly head more often than you'd like to admit!] but, it's not my only mood anymore. and, the combination of my more variant moods and the fact that i don't take the image of my music tastes quite so seriously anymore means that i can look back on the music of the nineties and appreciate a somewhat wider range of it.

*facepalm*

i just saw this ad on tv:

am i a bad person because all that ran through my head when i saw it was "MATT DAMON!...MATT DAMON!...MATT DAMON!"?

didgeriWHAT?

this article makes my head spin. owwww, the ignorance!

on a lighter note, if playing the didgeridoo really did make you infertile, my time would be well spent learning how to play that. i have a funny feeling a didgeridoo is cheaper than getting my tubes tied, and will involve having to deal with less medical bureaucratic bullshit. :D