new hair

this is a picture of my new hair. so everyone out there will still recognize me as me. it's been a bit of an adjustment but i like it. i think it looks a little different in real life but eh what can you do?

here's a story about something that happened at work the other day. so ann and i were standing near the bar and a server girl came up and asked us if we had any ibuprofen and we told her no and i suggested that she check out the pain aid in the first aid kit. she said she didn't want to b/c it was generic and she hates generic medicine and walks away. then i told ann that the server girl was crazy b/c it's the same stuff even if it's generic and i use it all the time and it's great. we finish what we were doing at the bar (which was definitely not drinking alcohol... even though that would make work so much more awesome) and we walk through the kitchen and the girl is standing there with some little packets of medicine and telling the other server girls about how the medicine probably sucks at which point ann shouts 'no it doesn't elaina takes it ALL THE TIME!' as this is going on i notice what she is actually holding... the generic version of midol and i yell 'NO I DON'T!' and everybody just looked at me like i was crazy. it was awesome.

later i told the story to randy and he didn't think it was funny at all... he just said 'well they probably just figured that explained why you're happy all the time.' i'm still not sure if that was meant as an insult.

that reminds me... the other day a lady who was planning a party told me i was "so nice." i said thank you and in my head i was like yeah that's what they pay me to do. i think those thoughts alone make me not nice. side note: if you didn't know... i'm generally not very nice. i'm absurdly sarcastic and i like to make fun of people (even when they're not around). i'm trying to quit.

so yesterday was halloween and i decided to be a zombie cowboy. how did that happen you might be asking yourself. i'll tell you. thursday i was at work and towards the end of the day i was feeling a little puke-y and i was very pale. anyway i turn to ann and she says 'wow you don't look good... you look like a zombie!' at which point i yelled 'BRAINS.' ann got a kick of that and i decided being a zombie was something that was fun and i wanted to pursue it further mainly on halloween but sadly i had already purchased all the stuff i would need to be a cowboy, including a mustache (b/c all good cowboys have mustaches... it's the only time you can trust a man with facial hair). so i said to myself, 'self you would like the fun of being a zombie but you have already purchased the cowboy goods... what will you do?' and that's when lightening struck and i said ZOMBIE COWBOY. i asked everyone i ran into what was better cowboy or zombie cowboy and every male agreed the zombie cowboys were way more awesome (the females gave a mixed review... but what do girls know anyway?). and so that's what i did. i was surprised at how scary the makeup turned out. you can see a picture below.

in other news, on friday night i saw the michael jackson movie. that would have been an awesome concert if michael jackson hadn't died and i would have paid up to $75 to see it. i'm sure the tickets would have been way more than that though so it's a good thing they made a movie. it made me realize that my favorite michael jackson song is the way you make me feel. i enjoy it greatly. it makes me want to wear red shoes. i don't really know why.

i the opposite of want to go to work tomorrow.