What a difference going to a nice church does. Growing up I went every Sunday to this drab-looking thing (it didn't help that I wasn't going by choice). Today we went to St. Michael's, which is gorgeous. My first impression upon walking in was how it felt like refuge from the grungy, noisy city world outside, and I could see why people go there. Other selling points were the choir and the dramatic organ playing. Then the men in robes started droning on about things I feel dubious about, and I remembered why I don't go to church. Still, overall an interesting experience I might want to repeat.

I have sinned. Which is why I'll be going to church today.
Well, not exactly; let me rephrase that. I told myself I would write in here every day, and yesterday I didn't. It wasn't laziness; I just forgot. I hope it's forgivable. My parents are coming to visit today, and last night I spent a few hours cleaning up. When I get in a cleaning mood (this is a rare occurrence), I get all wrapped up in it - that's the only way I can get anything done. So I forgot my journal.
I will be going to church tonight because my parents want to go. See what a good boy I am?

Um, I wasn't gonna get suckered into the latest edition of Survivor, but now that I've seen Robert The Limo Driver, I won't be able to stay away. He's the first yummy contestant they've had since Richard Hatch in season one. I've even already found a few passable pictures of him on the net.
In addition to my new boyfriend Robert The Limo Driver, the rest of the castaways seem to be a lot more interesting than the last bunch. That should make the non-Robert interludes easier to bear.

Just saw the "movie" Glitter. What to say... I'm actually surprised Mariah Carey's fans didn't make it a hit. After all it's a lot like her music (which someone in the movie accurately sums up as all sounding the same) - soulless and dull. It's not that there are a lot of horrible scenes in the movie (the worst part is the "hip" accent and vernacular affected by Mariah's very white boyfriend). It's just that it's so insubstantial it's barely there. It's a procession of clichés, and it doesn't rank very high on the 'so bad it's good' scale. But I do have to say this for the movie: so far as I could tell, the shots are all in focus.

You know those Pillsbury weiner wraps? Okay, so maybe you don't. They're like piggies in a blanket. Well, the way you open the container with the dough in it is you slowly peel off the label until it pops open. Well let me tell you, that is one of the most suspenseful food-related activities you can engage in. It never fails to make me jump when that container pops open. Tonight as I was pulling on the label I thought, "I know - I'll just act all casual, as if I couldn't care less if and when that thing pops open. I'll just stare at the wall as I pull the label off, not caring in the least about--aaaaaah!"

Damn. I swore I wouldn't get personal on my web log.

Apparently I didn't murder my hair. And I wasn't really hoping for more than that. Maybe I'll go all out and use a bowl next time.

I'm sleepy.

Hello. I cut my own hair today. What did you do?
I used my new clipper. I'm not sure yet if this was a good or bad idea. It's hard to tell if I fucked it up; I can't see the back, for one thing. I know I didn't do a professional job, but I wonder how much it shows. I'll have to wait and see how people react to it.
Isn't cutting one's own hair on the short list of stupid things humans shouldn't try doing?