: this is austin's blog :

So this is officially my first post from my bed. Hahahahaha I'm loving my new lappy so much. I don't really know what else to say. I finally got fully paid out for my WCB claim, about $1,700 in all. That's pretty sweet I think.

My life sort of exists between two computers right now, this one and my old one. My dad bought my old desktop off me, but he still has to clean out his office so that I can move it in there. And until he cleans out his office, I've been really lazy on moving my files off of my old computer and onto this one. So there it is.

So I got my hair cut on saturday. Yep, it's short now. Not THAT short, but certainly much shorter than it was. I've got this messy side part thing going on now. I really like it. Anyway, as I sat there chatting with my hairdresser about her business, she eventually asked me "So Austin, do you have a girlfriend?" I told her I didn't and she asked why not, to which I replied, "I dunno, I ask myself the same question..."

Anyway, the real point of this story is that she talked to my mom about it, when she was cutting her hair and I was gone, and she told my mom that she thinks she could set me up with someone if I wanted. Now here's the catch: I get my hair done in richmond, in aberdeen center and my hairdresser Elle, well, she's chinese and she has lots of female staff that are all very chinese/japanese. My mom told her she'd have to speak english and Elle said oh yeah she does, she's really nice. We're having lunch with Elle next saturday at the mall... I guess I'll have to have my answer then :P.

anyway, I'll leave you all with this prose poem I wrote recently for poetry class, I'm pretty proud of it.

Shopping


They walked arm in arm in the big city. Bags from unique boutiques hang by their sides as they sit by the pier, eating chocolate ice cream from small plastic dishes. Two young blondes armed with empty car trunks. The sun was shining for them it seemed, and not for the glares of wives whose husbands would gaze just a little too long. With hair like a lighthouse and strides that parted busy street corners, The night served them too. That sticky dance floor tugged at their shoes after a few too many had spilt them over the edge in a sweat filled rush to the next thump, announcing itself in their chests. They found themselves two young snakes to bring home and show their beds. When they got up late the next day, their skin white and cold, they marched to their toilets and threw up dead birds.

P.S. I'm totally 23 in about 10 minutes...