As I patiently waited for ten minutes in the Caf Specials line for my Turkey Tetrazeeni of which I would never really eat anyway, I was swept over by the long straight blonde hair of the girl standing in front of me. For ten minutes I contemplated the possibilities of my hair looking like that perfect Pantene man catcher.
Slim.
But I immediately took to the olive oil, carefully lathering the ends of my meek hair. I thought this was it! Eureka! Olive oil was my solution. Little did I realize that once olive oil touches anything it takes a good deal of scrubbing to get it off, and even then a little residue remains so that you must continue scrubbing until the actual thing you were scrubbing falls to pieces.
Now, I can't exactly walk around campus with this kind of hair. I mean, I suppose I could go around washing people's feet with my hair, but would anyone be open to that anyways? Ha!
Solution #2: laundry detergent
Now, who in their right minds put that wretched chemical solution in their hair? I would. I was desperate.
My notion of the glory of swimming in a large vat of olive oil has thankfully been shattered.
What a debacle! What a hot mess! Stupid Pinterest, and stupid jalousie.
But I did go through quite a chunk of my phone's music playlist.
"The Skeleton's Waltz" - Dave Thomas
"Sleepyhead" - Passion Pit
"Something Good Can Work" - Two Door Cinema Club
"Somewhere Else" - Travis
"Song for No One" - Miike Snow
"Sophisticated Hula" - Can't find my version on youtube
"Soporific" - The Boat People
"South Pacific Overature" - Alfred Newman
"Speed of Sound" - Coldplay
"Star Guitar" - Chemical Brothers
"Stars Come Out" - Calvin Harris
"The Starting Line" - Keane
"Stop Stop" - The Black Keys
"The Storm" - Boy and Bear
Moral of the Story:
1. I miss my roommate. COME BACK. I can't be left alone.
2. Olive Oil is for eating and laundry detergent is for washing, clothes that is.
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