1/24/2010

Here Comes the Sun

The sky cleared up and everybody's mood improved dramatically. The bus drivers are nice, the skaters smile at you in the street, and once again this is the best of all possible worlds.

The storm turned the sandy beach into a moon landscape...

Father visited the worst week of the year, it rained all the time. We went downtown, it started raining, we walked home from the recCen, it started raining, I left him at the airport, it stopped raining.

It was Saturday morning, usually I show no life sign before noon on weekends, but on the way home from the airport I went to the recCen to run for a while. I discovered that there are actually people, not only awake at this unholy hour, but exercising! Lunes.

After dad left I did a make-over. I removed my dreads. Combed them out. I lost so much hair in the process, there was a red ball of hair in the trash. It looked like a dead guinea pig. Still, the hair left on my head is long, voluminous and brownish red. The transformation wasn't exactly turning a bum into a bombshell, but not far from it. With the new hair style I donned my boots and headed for the parties. High heels are the kill a vibrating Saturday night in Isla Vista (it will kill you).

New old looks.

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