Thursday, March 04, 2004

Modern moods and ancient dudes 

I’ve been lazy*. Actually, I’ve been in a hormonal funk, but it’s not like you wanted to know that I’m bleeding from places that should not bleed if there were truly a kind and loving god. Bloody Eve. Though to be fair, I’ve been suffering a lot lately due to being a woman, and it’s not all Eve’s fault. Nope. The blame lies with that sadistic creature, The Facialist. My mother convinced me that the demi-devil would transform my pimply insecure teenage skin into blemish-free sophisticated uni-student skin. I thought that the procedure would involve a relaxing massage or two, plus some gentle cleansers. The reality: two hours of DIGGING A VERY SHARP NEEDLE into SENSITIVE AREAS of my FACE, a quick scrub with exfoliating SULFURIC ACID, pouring HOT WAX on my facial hair, and RIPPING OFF and YANKING OUT said facial hair. And for what? The whole of the following week I looked like a leper. Allergic reaction. If you’re taking notes, Big Brother, forget the shut-in-a-dark-closet-with-carnivorous-rats flavour of torture. Facials are much more effective.

The upside of menstrual moodswings is that once the funk is over, I’m usually high for a few days. Today was one of those days. I was at uni yesterday and today for O-Week, and damn, the place is beautiful. I love the main quad. It has gargoyles. How can you beat that? On one of the wings there’s an archaeological museum. Again, fricking cool. I had the whole place to myself. Just me and the mummies. My favourite piece was a Roman sculpture fragment, a guy’s head. He had these badass sideburns, the beginnings of a ‘fro, and a rockstar pout. I bet he was an ancient Oasis type, smashing lutes and demanding they pick out the green olives from his salad (I asked for black!).

Did I neglect to mention I have a brand spanking new 12” iBook? Well. I do. And it is sexy as it seems.

*I did write a 2000-word angst-ridden rant, but I’m not posting it. You can thank me later.

# posted at 9:16 pm

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