spent the weekend doing a load of nothing. stayed home friday night, spent the entire day at home on saturday, and didn't do anything at all until afternoon sunday 'coz i had to run errands and do a couple of loads of laundry.

and i got a haircut. its shorter than i wanted it initially. i only wanted a trim 'coz i want to get rid of the layers, but as always, i sit down and ask the hairstylist (francisco, my usual guy, michael, is out 'til april) if he had any recommendations. i've always been for trying something new, one of the reasons why long ago i would always got a hair cut every 3-4 weeks. that and i'd get bored and think that a new hairstyle is the way to go. hehe.

poor guy got a couple of cuts while giving me a hair cut. i sat there hoping i didn't get any of his dna in my hair 'coz that would just be gross.

and then my overactive imagination started going and had me thinking about if i were to get attacked and they found his dna in my hair, he would be royally screwed 'coz he's the primary suspect. i think i watch way too much csi: las vegas.

so anyway, its pretty short, but i love it. it's very similar to the style that i had, but way shorter.