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Don’t you hate it when you have a favorite movie from long ago, but when you finally watch it again, you realize how truly awful it is?  That happened to me last night.  One of my favorite movies has always been The American President, with Michael Douglas and Annette Bening, but it’s been YEARS since I’ve seen it, so I excitedly popped it in the DVD player last night to watch, and about 25 minutes in, I was so embarrassed by the horrible acting I just couldn’t stand it anymore.  I don’t know what was up – I mean, all the people in it are very talented actors: the two already mentioned, along with Martin Sheen, Michael J. Fox, and a few others.  But it seemed like they had all just learned their lines two days prior, and that they had never actually met – it was stilted and very, well..acted.  So, there goes that memory – I suppose I would do better to listen to John when he says "Why do you want THAT one?"  I ended up watching The Perfect Man, with Heather Locklear and Hillary Duff, instead.  It was cute, and a good way to pass the evening.

I woke up this morning to LAKES of rain – it is raining so hard, and it’s been going at it all day.  It looks like the humidity is here to stay now, which means it’s time to put away my hair dryer, because it would indeed be an exercise in futility.  I would spend at least 30 minutes under that dryer, DYING of the heat, with sweat rolling off my body, straightening straightening straightening – and then within 5 minutes of walking out my door my hair would start sneaking a few waves in.  Not many – yet.  Soon, there would be a stubborn curl behind my ear, and the ends would flip up randomly, until finally BLAM!  Instant poodle.  In fact, let me illustrate, with a high quality webcam shot:

Please just ignore the blinding shine from my face – I told you, it’s HUMID here.  Do you see the curly?  Now, if you would, glance up to the top left of the page at THAT photo of me.  Quite the difference, don’t you agree?  I wouldn’t mind it so much, if it were more of a style, or, say, looked halfway decent.  I will say this: SO MUCH EASIER.  Not drying my hair saves me at least, well, I already told you: 30 minutes a day.  This is where one of the few reasons I am grateful I am in the military comes in: to get ready for work, I just get out of the shower and bun my hair.  It takes approximately 3 minutes, and that’s including brushing the tangles out.  It is also nice to never have to worry about what to wear.  If I had to choose presentable outfits 7 days a week I would go insane.  I am horrible when it comes to clothes, I have no fashion sense whatsoever.  In fact, all my clothes can be grouped into 3 outfits: jeans with tank or tee w/ boots or flips (depending on the weather) or capris with tank or tee, with flips.  Oh wait, that’s just two outfits.  Hmm, well, okay when it’s cold, add a hoodie, and call it good. 

That’s not to say I wear the same pair of jeans or capris though, ohhh no – I am of the female gender, and while I absolutely HATE shopping malls and the actual act of spending money, I still possess that shopping gene, which is apparent when you look in my closet and dresser.  I hate it too – I get so frustrated, because I will get to the point where I absolutely MUST have new clothes or die, so I gather my nerve and head to a mall.  And, ugh.  I just do not understand the lure of shopping.  Whenever my friends ask me to go with them to a mall, I cringe inwardly, and either get out of it right away, or make an excuse not to go later.  Because if I do end up going, it’s so awkward: the person I’m with will go into a store and leisurely peruse every single rack, choosing at least 20 things to try on, while I, on the other hand, am standing there uncomfortably, because within 2 minutes of walking into a store, I know if I’m going to buy something there or not.  I either like it on sight, or I don’t.  If I like it, I go to the rack, find my size, and that’s that.  I guess I shop more like a guy, which is funny, because right now I know my husband is saying out loud, "WTF?  What is she TALKING about?"  Which leads me to say: fine.  My shopping habits fall somewhere in between that of a guy, and that of the average female.  Another thing I do which tends to drive people crazy, is I will impulsively pick out a large selection of items to purchase, and then decide not to get any of it, because I find it painful to spend money on clothes.  Anyway, malls also turn me into the incredible hulk – all those people just takinnggg their time…walking slooowlly, pushing strollers, STOPPING RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU — that’s insto piss for me.  I can’t stand crowds, I get claustrophobic.  And the mix of all the perfumes gives me a headache.  I get so irritated, and because the only thought running through my brain is "I just want to get the HELL OUT OF HERE – IMMEDIATELY!" I am not much for conversation.  In fact, the only person I can go shopping with on a regular basis and not feel guilty about how I’m acting is my sister Toni, because she is the same way, and we can go to a mall, get exactly what we need, and get out of there quickly – it’s like a well timed covert ops mission – and we never even have to talk.  We’re both too filled with rage, anyway.

Oh – I added new pictures to my photo album.  They are not in any order, and almost none of them are recent; I just go through my hard drive occasionally and find pics I want to share.  Feel free to check them out, or not; I don’t mind either way.

Just so you know, I only have 63 days until my midtour.  That, of course, is fabulous.

CIAO!