30 April 2007
We tried taking a self-portrait several times, and finally some guys came up and offered to take the picture for us! And so there we are!
29 April 2007
Anyway, as I got ready for Honduras I got to thinking about how hot it's going to be down there, and decided I should get a hair cut. I went to the JC Penney Salon (as I probably will for the rest of my life now that it's been so many years) and got an immediate appointment. I got my hair cut by the same girl that did it last time I went (Marcy or Marcey or Marci or Marcie...) and as I sat down to get my hair washed, she gave me a good stare and then asked me if I'd ever gotten waxed before. I didn't really know what she meant at first and I struggled to find an answer. Finally, I asked, "My eyebrows?" I could tell she was staring at them after a few seconds (that seemed like an eternity). She said, "Yeah!" And I said, "NO!"
After that awkwardness, we went back over to my chair, she cut my hair, we made small talk about whether or not she had found the diamond that had fallen out of her ring the last time I'd seen her, etc. When she was done, she told me to follow her, and I thought she was taking me to rinse my hair out again. We went to a different sink, however, and she proceeded to WAX MY EYEBROWS. I guess I kind of let her do it, 'cause I'm always game for trying new things at least once (cow stomach, manicures, octopus, etc.). Anyway, after she finished with my eyebrows she told me my eyes were going to be a little pink for a few hours, but that it would go away. I stood up and realized that my eyes were watery and puffy. She rinsed out my hair, then I went and sat down and saw what she had done...I looked like I'd not only cried my eyes out, but that I'd done it after getting KO'd in a boxing match or something. I thought it was pretty bad. She styled my hair in the typical hairstylist fashion, I went and paid, where I realized that everyone was paying more attention than normal to my eyes (or eyebrows). Luckily I had my sunglasses with me to make a quick escape.
After I got my hair cut, I went and met up with my roommate from my freshman year, Chris Jones. He needed some help moving out from his apartment, so I helped him, pink eyebrows and all. I told him what had happened and we laughed. While he was bringing down some boxes, I saw a girl I work with, and the first thing out of her mouth was, "What happened to your eyes."
I said, "I don't know," and she said, "Oh, well maybe you got sunburned." Luckily the puffiness went down before I went to work tonight...
Here are some before and after pictures of my eyebrows. The lady that cut my hair said in admiration of her work, "There, now you don't look so much like a beaver." Couldn't she have compared me to a more charming animal?
Me hiding my puffiness behind my new glasses. I decided I wanted some cheap glasses to take to Hondo with me (just in case they get stolen), so I bought these ones. They covered up the puffiness perfectly.
AFTER. The finished masterpiece! In the words of Chris Jones (the least sarcastic person I know...the only person more sarcastic than Chris is David Dorius), "Those are some nicely sculpted eyebrows."
20 April 2007
Marianne's brother lives here, and no matter what the temperature, I always roll down her window and yell, "Hi Eric." She started it, but I have made it a tradition.
On my mission, Elder Larson and I would always mimic bucks (deer) when they fight. I've brought that one back with me, and occasionally have been known to buck Audrey or Marianne or a number of other people.
As of late, we have become expert elevator jumpers, and it is just assumed that when in an elevator, you jump. We have been caught with all the buttons pushed in the JFSB at least twice, and we always use the secret elevator in the library to avoid suspition. We've decided that jumping is the best when your eyes are closed. When you're going down, your stomach totally turns inside out.
13 April 2007
03 April 2007
And just for fun, here's another picture of me with my favorite bandana (or headband, as Taylor calls it) and my Mexican Day of the Dead shirt!