It was the low density of hair on top that ultimately led to the entire battalions's downsizing. I just got too self-concious when the wind did things that I didn't want it to do. Not that I mind the messiness, but my baldness becomes more obvious.
Thus, I went from the longest hair in many years (between two and three inches) to the shortest hair since infancy. A #2 clip – one-fourth of an inch. Some say it looks good short? It complements the general lack of hair, at least.
Maybe I should've kept the mohawk.
Explanation will soon follow. (And yes, I realize just how ugly I look.)
It's that time of year again, when I say goodbye to a comfortable and boring life at home and welcome, with reservations, a boring and often uncomfortable (i.e. – shitty houses, schoolwork) life. It's a time when procrastination runs high and money disappears. And it's a time when, more than ever, I wonder – and people ask – ‘So Kaiser, what exactly are your plans after graduation?’
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
I can say for certain, in the cheeriest way, that I love my new apartment. It's a thousand times better than last year's house from all angles: cleaner and newer, standard electrical outlets, working dishwasher, nice kitchen, good insulation, a breakfast bar, a large balcony with a grill, etc..
This is also the first time in three years that I've been able to walk around barefoot. Imagine that: no having to worry about finding my slippers so that I can walk across the room! And and and: real wall-to-wall carpeting.
My bedroom (which contains a bed bigger than a single, for once) overlooks the parking lot and is very welcoming. There's more space than I had planned since I could fit my refrigerator in the closet (just a rectangular box carved into the wall with a couple of shelves at the top and a hanger rod thing) along with the dresser; I can't necessarily hang clothes now, but that's why I'm using the dresser. But maybe I'll have to move the dresser to another location? Regardless, I like my room a bunch. A few more decorative items to complement my little Bengali crafts and it'll be complete. It's already the best room I've ever had (yes, better than home).
Oh, and I can't forget about my roommates, Derek and Dave, and proxy roommate Arun (half a flight of stairs up). Andrew would be mentioned, but his status of ‘I'm kicked out of the university for bad grades but they might be able to get me back in’ has changed to ‘I'm going to stay in Springfield and work, and maybe visit on the weekends, and re-enroll next semester’ – we'll miss you. Kinda.
A funny thing happened last night when Derek, Dave, Neil, and I were playing Monopoly. Since I had been up from roughly 6 AM, I was a bit drowsy about halfway through the game (around 11 or 12). I shut my eyes in the off-turns. And my mind must have been drifting more and more with each little break, because Derek and Neil were quabbling about Neil having to give him something and I said, eyes still closed, ‘give him your pizza slice’ (or something close to that). It made perfect sense in my mind. When I tried to explain myself, though, I failed miserably and realized it was the sleep having some fun.
A similar thing also happened in Bangladesh when I nodded off in the living room. I was listening to the conversation and decided to interject. I started to say a word aloud, regained conscienceness halfway through, then just stopped speaking. People looked at me, confused.
Good times.
I feel fresh, though not completely rested, after four hours of sleep and a shower. I'm wearing a lungi. If I could have wished for two things to come true this morning, they would have been a more permanent shower curtain rod that doesn't use suction and outward springy forces to stay up and isn't prone to fall and startle me, and more hair on the top of my head. Maybe I should really consider using Propecia? Or just be happy with what I have.
My infection (which was painfully squeezed many times, cut, and painfully squeezed many times again by the doctor to drain all the nasties out) is healing nicely, I think. It still has a tendency to slowly ooze. The nagging pain is gone, though, and it isn't a huge bump anymore.
I'm going to IHOP now, because I only have pasta, chicken, and granola bars for food. It's a short walk from here, if I remember correctly.
Many things to do today.
So out of 175 pictures taken on my camera, less than half are decent.
And of that minority, there were only two photos I looked forward to; the important areas have been cropped and highlighted:
If only she could be mine… Dreamy sighs…
My brother's right knee is entertaining a ripened boil that oozes red and white, leaving him blue at times (especially when I accidentally hit the knee). After going to the doctor today, it's been confirmed that my left forearm is also home to a boil. Sadly, the doc said it wasn't ready to be drained. So I'll have to live with this painful and annoying red bump as it ripens.
I'm anticipating the moment when I can puncture it and let the puss and blood free – in my mind, there's a rush of relief flowing into my arm as the toxins flow out. Like letting go of a chokehold. The skin won't be so tight at that stage, and healing will be much quicker if the bad things aren't allowed to build up.
And I won't be kept awake at 4:30 from a nagging pain. Must continue cooking the area with a hot, moist towel.
(My dad is a half century today. That's a bit old, isn't it? I wonder if I'll even be alive at 30. Why shouldn't I be?)
I was about to rant on how Insight changed the order of some old channels and added a few new ones while I was away, and how they had the audacity to delete Food Network for – of all things – MTV2 (the new channel that theoretically goes back to what the original MTV was about: showing mainly videos), and that instead of listing ‘Prevue Guide’ on Prevue Guide's corresponding Prevue Guide channel slot (which changed from 19 to 16) it shows the informercial scheduled to air.
But Food Network is still being carried; that and Comedy Central have been displaced from 50 and 49, respectively, so that's still something to be upset about.
I'm back. Bills to pay, classes to slave through, child kidnappings that waste broadcast time, Bush's terrible ways, etc..
The nicest thing about Bangladesh was not really thinking about all the shit going on in America. Not that they didn't cover international news, but I just didn't care over there. The country has far too many problems of its own.
Like my grandparents' apartment building being robbed the day after we left. By 12–13 guys. My grandma's actual apartment would have been robbed, but apparently everyone made enough noise to draw attention and scare off those fuckers. The family below her, though, lost around $1500 cash plus jewellry. Our building guard was tied up and beaten (not seriously, thankfully).
Aches and tiredness abound. Lots of walking. Lacking sleep and rest. Planes are uncomfortable. Eight hours in bed, four hours of sleep. My bedroom is uncomfortable. I need a sedative.
No more talk of the trip unless someone inquires. I'll do something with the memories eventually.
Who is adding me to their list of crushes on Someonelikesyou.com? Is it just a guess, or completely intentional? Because I don't like it when people play with my heart.
Someone get me out of Bangladesh. Now.
I think that's the transliteration for the Bangla word meaning ‘nausea’. It's not wise to ride 13-deep in a non-A/C van where traffic is always clogged.
Thirteen days until I bid my country fairwell. Yay. …
