Rapunzel, let down your hair

After two long years of growing my mane, I sped to Serenity Spa on Good Friday and had Enrico lop off 13 inches to donate to Locks of Love. I now sport a short, bob-like fuss of a 'do which looks great shaggy. It feels good to not have to pull my hair up everyday though it also means I have to use a shower cap to keep my ends dry. I feel like I'm going to surgery when I have to take a shower these days. Lots of people expressed their dismay when I said I was going to cut my hair. Apparently, some of my friends thought short hair would draw attention to how unattractive I am and only the long hair would be able to camouflage my hideous disfigured face. I was wondering why kids were hanging around me again. The overall consensus (if you can count 3 people's opinions as a large enough group to base popular opinion on) is that it looks great and my Quasimodo-like features are still deceptively hidden from frightful view.

I saw Ju-On this weekend which was disturbing at first, and then completely exhausting. It could've been a 45 minute Japanese horror-fest as opposed to 89 minutes of repetition. I shoudl've rented Infernal Affairs instead. On Saturday I watched Ray; Jamie Foxx truly deserved to win the Oscar. Though, that is only based on the films I saw; I hear Don Cheadle should've won for Hotel Rwanda so I still need to see it and judge for myself.

Reading: Ring by Koji Suzuki on which the movie is based; it's different from the movie and the lead is a man, not a woman. I expect to get through The Man in the High Castle by Philip K. Dick on my vacation and maybe one of the 50 other books I have as well.