Sunday, March 07, 2004
I visited LMU today (or yesterday. Saturday that is.). Took a tour and such. As I was walking around the place I noticed two things (well, more than two things, but only two of these things are pertinent to the rest of the post):
A. Lots of the people here look much younger than me.
B. My face is really hot.
With these two pieces of knowledge burrowing into my brain I decided to shave off the beard. This is a two step process. First you must remove the bulk. I did this with the clippers usually reserved for my head, non-face, hair. The second is to use an actual razor for the fine work. So I'm using the clippers, watching mounds of hair fall into the sink. It really seems to be a lot more after it comes off your face. Now I know why my face was so hot. So I'm cutting it and feel a piece of hair get into my mouth. This must be taken care of. I try to spit it out, but that doesn't work. The next thing was stupid. I try blowing it out of my mouth. Why was this stupid? Because the rest of my beard was already in the sink. I end up blowing most of it out of the sink and onto the towels, into my contact lens case, and into my face. This sucked. Then I laughed. Life is funny people, you just have to let yourself notice it. In other blowing news, at the gym today I found myself to be very entertained by blowing the drips of sweat on the end of my nose into the air. I need to find real things to do, seriously.
A. Lots of the people here look much younger than me.
B. My face is really hot.
With these two pieces of knowledge burrowing into my brain I decided to shave off the beard. This is a two step process. First you must remove the bulk. I did this with the clippers usually reserved for my head, non-face, hair. The second is to use an actual razor for the fine work. So I'm using the clippers, watching mounds of hair fall into the sink. It really seems to be a lot more after it comes off your face. Now I know why my face was so hot. So I'm cutting it and feel a piece of hair get into my mouth. This must be taken care of. I try to spit it out, but that doesn't work. The next thing was stupid. I try blowing it out of my mouth. Why was this stupid? Because the rest of my beard was already in the sink. I end up blowing most of it out of the sink and onto the towels, into my contact lens case, and into my face. This sucked. Then I laughed. Life is funny people, you just have to let yourself notice it. In other blowing news, at the gym today I found myself to be very entertained by blowing the drips of sweat on the end of my nose into the air. I need to find real things to do, seriously.
