Odd Ends

I am excited to see how many people are coming here by searching for John Banville and Ian McEwen. They’re probably disappointed, but perhaps not as much as the people who get here by searching for “sienna miller hot hot jude law nanny porking.” Besides, having my blog come up in a search involving Booker Prize-winning writers just makes me feel a little more intellectual than when people get here by searching for “kate bosworth dickhead.”

Speaking of John Banville, I am reading his latest novel, the Booker Prize-winning The Sea. It’s the first book I’ve even attempted to read in at least two weeks. I just can’t seem to read much these days, even really dumb books. I dragged a mystery to the salon the other day since I knew I would be there for hours waiting for my color to set, but I ended up reading Allure instead. Awesome.

Every time I get my hair done, I have to explain it to a lot of people at work. I got a trim. I got a blow out. Yes, my hair is normally curly/wavy, but my hairdresser used a straightening iron. Yes, it looks different, but no, it will not look this way when I have to style it myself. Why are these concepts so hard to grasp? Still, it’s not as bad as the time someone asked, “Is it supposed to be that purple?”

I finally got a new cell phone. This will please my friends and family to no end, since the old one had only intermittently worked for the last few months. Damn you, Cingular. Anyway, I switched to Verizon, and the new phone is just great and so cute. Sadly, I am now going to have to say “Damn you, Verizon,” since they only allow you to download ringtones from their lame selection and you have to pay for the privilege of just hearing the ringtones before you can even download them. What a rip-off. I am totally bummed too, because I had a bunch of really cool ringtones picked out and I was stoked to have “Come on Eileen” or “Jesse’s Girl” as my ringtone. (As a result of typing this paragraph, “Come on Eileen” is now officially stuck in my head.)