MY LIFE - MAY


Dave, in living color

Wednesday, May 22, 2002

Most of you don't know this about me, but my hair used to come down to about my ears on the top and be really short on the side. I had had the same hairstyle since I was a freshman in high school, a style that seemed to work for me and helped me pretty remain anonymous throughout my years in school. While every other guy was short, I was long.

I changed all that last night. I took a set of clippers, a 3/4 inch attachment, and sheared all that hair on top right off. I decided that it was time for something new, something that might actually get people's attention. Something that didn't require me wearing a hat all the time to hide/er, keep my hair out of my way.

I cut it off. I now have relatively short hair (as you can see in the nice picture above) that is held down by gel. It wasn't easy to get it to lay flat, although the very edges didn't cooperate. That's why it looks like there's a plate on my head. I just couldn't get those parts to lay flat. The rest of it is pushed towards my forehead and then pushed up a bit in the front.

The reaction at work was shock. No one had ever seen me with short hair, ever. Only once had I ever come in with gel in my hair. Then they all recovered me and pretty much jumped up my ass in picking on me. Then they all admitted it didn't look bad at all.

I did it though. I did what I never thought I'd ever do. Just before the start of spring, I told Peggy and Roberta at work I'd never cut my hair. Well, I did cut it and I'm not unhappy about it. Yeah, it's a little shorter than I really wanted it, but I can manage with that for now. It also gives me a chance to straighten out the line that got so screwed up from years of not really caring. No one could see it, so neither myself or my mom really tried to keep the line straight.

I took the plunge. I'm still sitting here, having forgone wearing a hat all day, kind of in disbelief that I did it.

When Shelby came by to get her medicine, she certainly didn't say anything bad about it, just mentioned that I cut most of it off. I'm thinking that this was something I needed to do a while ago myself, so that's probably why it was so easy for me to take the ribbing I got.

I did use to have short hair though. I never really looked good with it all the shaved. My hair needs to be at least 3/4 inch long on top in my opinion, and this is pushing it. It took me fifteen minutes of applying gel, blow-drying, applying a little more gel, and more blow-drying to get my hair to cooperate with me. It did not want to lay flat. It wanted to stick up all over the place, which would have been fine except I would've looked like a really generic pinhead if I tried that.

So, another part of me has changed. Hopefully this goes as well as my personality change has gone. Hopefully you're not petrified by my looks without the hat, otherwise it's back to the hat and fuck the gel.

I like it though. It's different, but something worth trying.


For those geniuses who didn't pick up on it earlier, the web cam is working just enough to where I can get a couple of pictures in, save them, then get out of the program before all hell breaks loose. I downloaded some new USB drivers and that seems to have done the trick to this point. The scanner's working again as well, although that's not really important.

For me, this means putting up a new pic with each new entry, at least as much as possible. If I have the regular pic with me in my hat, then obviously I didn't have time or didn't care to take a pic. I probably looked like hell and didn't want to scare off anyone else.

I also want to take pictures of the cats, then post those and do what I did a year ago with Simba and pretend they're writing entries. It actually got a good response from people and it's something I enjoyed doing a bit. Besides, y'all need to see what they cats look like that I keep talking about.


I just glanced down at the pair of boots next to me and noticed huge springs in the soles. I am looking at boots with shocks. I never thought I'd see the day, either that or I don't know enough about my sister and what she's into.

I also realized that I have sort of worked out more details about the story that I will be working on from time to time over the summer. I now have a general outline of characters (without last names at this point), plot points, and how I want the story to go.

I'm not even going to bother to tell you to watch for future updates on this site because I always forget about them the next day anyway. It seemed kind of worthless to say I would update everything on this day, then I don't do it. Defeats the purpose.

I just have a one track mind. What I see going on is what I write about. I rarely remember anything that I wrote the day before except on rare occasions, and even then, it's really fuzzy. I'm sure I could just go back and read the previous entry before writing the new ones, but I never do.

It's something that I'm working on improving though. I'm also working on length. My favorite sites are those where at least two pages are needed to cover one day's worth of entry information. I certainly don't have a whole lot going on in my life (nor can I ever remember anything that happened), so it's harder for me to write a long entry without bullshitting through most of it.

Kind of like now, only not like now, if you can follow me.


I find myself thinking about things at the weirdest times. The other night I was watching "Menace II Society," and suddenly I had this thought about someone I had talked to a little bit earlier in the night. I just suddenly popped up in my head and I have no clue where it came from. It was another one of those things where I had found something out that was revealing about a person and it didn't really fully sink in until later.

I'll sit there and think about what could happen if I went out with this person for a night or what could happen if this happens...I think about shit like that, hypothetical shit that really can never happen, but you think about anyway. Or it's something that someone said to you that you just can't shake.

The other night it was a friend of mine, a girl, greeting me online with a simple "I love u" message. It was just a friendly message, but I was so caught off guard by it that I couldn't think of anything else but that. This girl already has a man anyway, so it was just as a friend, but it struck a chord with me because of how she went about it.

Other times, it's a customer I dealt with like the one that said I could go fuck myself. That has to rank as one of my personal favorites of all time. I've had customers say a lot of things to me, but never have I heard anyone tell me to fuck myself. Not before, not since.

And yeah, it made me laugh. There was nothing else I could do.

Besides, even if I did get mad, all that would have done is make things difficult on the people working with me, and I'm not too big on creating a bad work environment. So I just smiled, laughed, and then reflected on it.

More often than not though, the thoughts I get come at me at random and I can't pick out a pattern. This is pretty much normal for me and it's been that way for quite some time.

I don't think I even need to start about my short attention span. That one speaks for itself.

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