- A lotion bath. Part of me thinks it would be luxurious and oh-so-good for my dry dry dry skin, but the other part of me thinks, "Oh. No. Mucky and slimy. Gross." Having never taken any sort of bath but the conventional kind (and even those are very limited, as I've never quite understood laying in your own dirt), I honestly have no clue how this would be. I'm certainly not in a position to be able to try it--that's a LOT of lotion, and especially because my sensitive skin can barely stand the most mild stuff. Even cost is no prediction of viability. That expensive Philosophy stuff caused almost immediate breakouts. Still, looking at my dry, cracking hands, I can't help but wonder. Maybe just a hand-bath of lotion?
- A meal at Alinea. I've been DYING to try this restaurant for as long as I've known it existed. I'm a foodie, after all, and so I'm curious as shit to see how this sort of experience (molecular gastronomy, as it were) plays out. But on the other side of that is my suspicion that this type of food, while admirable and respectable and eminently cool, just isn't for me. Maybe I'm wrong, and maybe I'll think it's the best meal I've ever eaten. (Coolest has to be a shoo-in.) Still, I get a real sense that this could easily go both ways, and I have no way of predicting the outcome.
- A new haircut. I mean to procure one as soon as my hair grows a little, so there's something to work with. My hair is TRICKY (in all caps, yes), and I can't imagine it not being a cotton ball on my head when I have to do it for myself. But I'm absolutely bored with my hair, and I want something new, and this is it. I keep telling myself that it's only hair. It grows back, and if I look really scary for six months, I'll deal. I'll...dye it pink to keep people's minds off the other thing. And you know, foreboding feelings aside, it might look smashing. It might be just the ticket.
- The Wire. Before you tell me it's the best show on television and how dare I not like it, let me say that Sam and I have watched a grand total of three episodes, and right now, it's not certain that we'll watch anymore. Oh, we have the disc. We have the time. But it's the interest that I'm not sure of. I'd say chances are 80-20 that we watch disc 2 of season 1, and then I think the odds go down a bit--50-50, maybe--that we continue on. Like I said, it could go either way. I'm not hooked yet, and I am still very confused as to who everyone is and how it all fits together. Three episodes, right? You're thinking I'm nuts because I'm only three episodes in and I'm feeling this way, but you know, if it ain't grabbing you right away....Either way, I'm telling you.
- Armpit shaving. Summer is coming, and every once in a while an armpit-baring opportunity will come up. In August, I will be going to Hawaii, and I think there will be bathing suit occasions, and while I have no desire to gross people out (including my sis, who hates armpit hair), I also have no desire to shave. I myself don't think armpit hair is that gross, and when I see a girl with hair there, I'm not bothered. When I see it on myself in the mirror, I'm not really bothered. I've always had minor quibbles with shaving, and occasionally dip into major ones, so this shouldn't be a shock, but if Sam can have it and no one (minus my sister, who finds even male hair pukealicious) cares, why can't I? I will be shaving my legs, because the monkey hair on them makes me uncomfortable, both physically and mentally, but armpits....eh. It's not like I'm constantly walking around in a bathing suit with my arms over my head. And it isn't like there's so much of it I could pony-tail it. It's very sparse. I'd really like to avoid shaving. We'll see how the summer progresses.
I really didn't want to end with armpit hair, but I'm having trouble coming up with another item for this list, so....yeah. Armpit hair.
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