Today's laugh: Om nom nom
Today's song: Aerosmith - Spider-Man Theme
Yes, dear reader, your Milo is a web head. How much of a nerd am I? I'm one of the people that got angry when they canceled "Spectacular Spider-Man." I also believe that Spider-Man 2 is not only the greatest action movie ever made, but it has so many trans parallels that I've been known to get a little misty-eyed while watching it. And, of course, since you're now aching to know of some of my most-obsessed movies, I suggest you also check out such films as "Tokyo Godfathers" and "Mary and Max." (Psst...the first dude in today's song clip is from the American version of "Queer as Folk." I know that was bugging you.)
I shaved for the first time today. (Aww...ain't I cute?) I pretty much had no clue what I was doing and was so nervous about nicks that I swear the blade barely touched my skin. But it still took off that invisible baby-fuzz that apparently unfortunately gives that "softer" look to a face. The whole time shaving, I couldn't get that damn song by Signor Pirelli out of my freaking head. (I hate it when I annoy myself.) I found out two important things within five minutes of my finished shave: 1) a moisturizer or after-product is probably a good idea, and 2) make sure you like the smell of the products you use since it's going to be hanging out under your nose for the rest of the freaking day.
You know what's a bad idea? Dying your hair blue...particularly when you didn't bleach it first. (Yeah, I'll put radical hormones in my body for the rest of my life, but bleaching one's hair is just unnatural. Pfft.) The blue didn't take well and I ended up with more of a blue-green, depending on the light you see it. Apparently my skin is so pale that, while rinsing out the dye, it stained me pretty much all the way down. My bathtub looked like I killed a smurf, and I found myself on my hands and knees scrubbing the damn thing, half-naked, stained blue, and muttering things I'm too wise to repeat on a student blog. Hey, a $1015 security deposit is a $1015 security deposit. Would I do it again? I'd think twice. Do I regret doing it at all? Hell no.
Looking to procrastinate during this horrible time of academic crunching? I know I'm to the point where I can't wait for the semester to be over; I need a serious emotional break. So clickedy one and clickedy two. That latter's for you, D'Lynn.