5.24.03 I'm going to tentatively announce that my new haircut is a success. At first I was a bit afraid, because I had a new stylist (no more Joseph to misunderstand me--sniff!) who was not only new to me but new to the salon as well. When I had called to make an appointment, I asked the receptionist who was good. He said, "Well there's Rebecca, or Brooke, . . . okay, we're gonna set you up with Julia . . . " and I instantly panicked at the thought of the NOT good stylist working on me. But she turned out to be very cool. At one point she compared the haircut I wanted to a "skater 'do" and I freaked anew, but then she made up for it by telling me I bore some kind of resemblance to Charlize Theron. So it all balanced out in the end, much to my pleasure. Not much else goin' on, I updated a bit of comic to satisfy my sparse audience while I'm away at the rainy beach for the next week. Chilly weather! Hot unavailable gay men! Board games! Alcohol smoothies! And most importantly, getting to hang out with my three best friends in the whole world. This is what vacation is made of. See ya in June.

5.20.03 A fond farewell to my peeps in Sunnydale. Thanks for all the slaying good times. Joss Whedon, you rule.

5.11.03 Woo! Finally back from house-sitting at the parental's abode. Apart from some scary close-calls involving a neighbor's bear of a dog almost running me down at 7 in the morning, it went pretty seamlessly. I think what terrified me the most about that dog was (for those of you non-Harry Potter fans, you can stop reading here--I won't be offended) that it reminded me of the ominous black dog Harry kept seeing in Prisoner of Azkaban. I'm sure that's from some mythology, that seeing a big black dog is a death omen. Asking why a dog = death is like asking why the Greek Gods were perpetually changing people into animals and plant life as the answer to everything. In the realm of mythology, you don't ask questions. That's just the way things go. I'll have to bust out some research on that. Anyhoo. So 'cause I was at the parents, and enjoying nights filled with shopping and seeing X2 again and Starbucks rendezvous, the comicky update will appear this week. Keep a lookout for it.

5.4.03 Got out to see the X-Men in their fabulous new movie this weekend. Can I just say that movie kicked all kinds of ass? All the mutants were fantastic, all their powers mixing together in such fun ways! I was disappointed there was no trace of Gambit. I did notice the name "Remy LeBeau" on the Mutant database, though. So there's hope to see him in the future. Wolverine was still the hottest, Storm got a few more lines in there but still didn't live up to her greatness in the comic, Mystique was workin' it like only she can . . . but I think by far one of the best things about X2 was Nightcrawler. Get out there and watch it NOW and hope that the film doesn't cut out in the last ten minutes like it did for me. Still, didn't ruin it. Well maybe just a teeny bit, but I have no doubt I'll be seeing it again shortly. . . . In other news, who did I happen to see at the movie theater but . . . my exact male double!! He was this tall brunette wearing a jean jacket and jeans like I was, sporting a haircut very similar to my own but sort of mod, just walking around looking like I would if I were a guy. I kept sort of glancing at him and he did at me too. I was convinced he was glancing at me not cause I was staring at him, but because he noticed we were twins. In an odd way I was attracted to him, but I feel like if we got even remotely close to each other we'd cancel one another out. This is not the first time this odd duality has happened to me. A couple of years ago I was in Tower Records and spotted this chick with my same long black hair and facial features, bopping along to some tunes at the listening station. We made eerie eye contact. She looked like I would if I had dressed better. She was not impressed with me in the slightest. It made me wonder if once in a while, human traits start to overlap themselves and given enough time, repeat the same patterns. Nature runs out of new ideas. Either this is an interesting theory or I'm insane.