Adventures in a Cool Haircut
- So I was thinking of shaving the side of my head
- ala lots of lesbians and hipsters recently
- And I’ve been playing with the idea for like a month
- because it is daring
- but easy to hide
- initially
- and I think it wouldn’t look too bad
- but I was really worried about what it might look like when the shaved part started growing out
- and despite like two hours of googling
- I couldn’t come up with any ideas of what the fuck you were supposed to do with that side of your head
- other than keep shaving it
- so I decided to make my own completely accurate photographic demonstrative model.
The side of my head shaved:
The side of my head after growing out for a few weeks:
The side of my head after growing out for two or three years:
So, you think I should do it?
Dear hottie in the yellow shirt, white vest, and chunky glasses browsing the American Poetry & Plays section,
Hey girl.
Sincerely,
Lesbian clearly checking you out rn
i mean technically know you’re not a lesbian
But we’re both druck and you look like a lesbian,.soo…. Why can’t we just make out #appliestoeveryonereadingthispost
I haven’t had a GPOY up in a million years, so here’s that. This is what I look like. In case you forgot. And yes I’m wearing a brown plaid flannel shirt in these pictures. And yes I love it. The end!
In search of affordable lesbian-esque shoes.
Must be comfortable, functional, low top…..
I’m thinking along the lines of low top and/or slip on Vans… Converse are too….. idk not me. Would prefer to be able to wear them with shorts or pants (boot cut, i don’t do skinny)….
uhhh….
why am I asking you people…. BECAUSE I DON’T KNOW HOW TO BUY SHOES
They can be “boys’/men’s” or “women’s” style… i don’t really care what section of the store they come from.
seriously the last pair of shoes i bough that i liked was in 2007 and they were store-brand skate shoes with camo print on the bottom.
Any suggestions of brands/styles/designs/GTFO will help
Help???
This one time, at band camp…
I met a girl named Bambi
(This is a true story)
She was really hot
And she was like a junior in high school when I was going into 7th Grade
And she played the trumpet
And I played the trumpet
And we were the only two girls who played trumpet
And all the trumpet boys wanted to get into Bambi’s pants
But Bambi would have none of that
But also, Bambi was kind of a tease
So she would flirt with them
And somehow that involved touching my arm a lot
And I liked it a lot.
This has been the story of how I became a lesbian at band camp when I was twelve years old.
The end!
Follow Friday!!!
These blogs are pretty awesome. Just sayin.
The awesome people at Fake Science explain things in a way that makes a lot more sense than that crazy science teacher you had in high school who talked to himself and always smelled like salami.
Whoever’s behind Optimistic Minds has been making my day every day for the last week!
Pocket Vomit is a submission blog where people show off everything they’ve carried in a day.
And Everyone is Gay is pretty much the most hilarious advice blog I’ve ever come across, plus they’re really awesome at lip synching and dancing.
YAY! /the end.
Follow Friday!
People who don’t follow People Who
Meiko is currently recording her second album and is pretty much the best middle-of-the-night Google-search blogger ever.
I Love Charts You should too.
And Fuckk Yeah Chicago because I fuckked up the URL last week.
BONUS! Interesting, regular, every-day people I found in random places who make me feel like a stalker for liking their tumblrs so much: Some girl from the Jac Vanek Street Team , Some girl I just followed last week but she’s already at the top of my Tumblr crushes due to being hilarious , Some girl I found or who found me on GirlsWhoLikeGirls , and Some girl from Chicago? Idek but she’s adorable.
edited a thousand times because I am sucking at HTML today
Alright so,
Clearly this comic kick I was on has been a bust, so I am just going to go back to using my tumblr for whatever the eff I want. Which will likely include lots of reblogs, some general mumblings about things that happen in my life, and probably a rant here or there. This is the warning for anyone who wants to unfollow. Oh, and I have brown hair now. 
GPOYW FTW
Girls
Girls are like this:
Girls are also like this:
Brought to you by: girls.
June is National LGBT Pride Month… And I hung out with a couple of queers last night.
To celebrate I was going to do a giant rainbow pic-spam but realized I’m far too distracted for that right now. Thus, I’ve jammed as much rainbow-y goodness as I could into one mega-gay post. Ta-da!
(Inspired by: This Blog that someone linked to)
P is for Phlegm
Simple as that. My head, ears, nose, throat, and chest are all full of it. But that’s what being outside for twelve hours when the temp doesn’t tip over 55 will do to you. (AKA BAMBOOZLE Chicago) It also gets you awesome things like a signed Jac Vanek bracelet, a day with a friend you haven’t seen in a year, and a once-in-a-lifetime music experience… pretty much.
I met up with the girls early Saturday afternoon after taking the train downtown… we spent literally 30 minutes driving around the same level of a parking garage, drinking straight out bottles like we’re 20, and not realizing we were not going up at all until someone figured out that not all of the levels could be called 2C and have a picture of a bear. After we finally find a spot, homegirl jumps out the front seat and pees all over the cement in front of the van for the world to see. We down the rest of whatever we can grab… head out the parking garage and oh! look! there’s a shuttle. We sat on it for a good 15 minutes before it left. It was a minute and a half shuttle ride. haha oh well!
Lots of ridiculousness ensued. $11.00 tall boys. $14.00 margaritas. A whole pack of cigarettes… Sick. This tiny little scene boy held my hand and almost walked into the bathroom with me (see previous post). Effing deaf mexican Z spent 20 minutes waiting for the vendors to make her hot dog “extra crispy” ugghhh. ”Your name’s Chris?? My name’s Christina!!!!! hahahahaha” [I wish there was a way to accurately spell out the obnoxious sound that is the two of us sorority-girl laughing.] Some boys tried to flirt with us to sell us their merch. HA. Ironically enough, the one straight girl is the only one to buy anything (for 80% off what they were asking). Speaking of flirting for merch… I met Jac Vanek! Her birthday had been the day before (or at least I was like 80% sure of that), and after getting bored on the train, I made her this really lame comic:
<a href=”http://twitpic.com/1o8x08” title=”Got bored on the train & made @jacvanek a little something. ha. on Twitpic”><img src=”http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/1o8x08.jpg” width=”150” height=”150” alt=”Got bored on the train & made @jacvanek a little something. ha. on Twitpic”></a>
I felt like such a dweeb but she smiled and at least pretended to like it before shoving it into her studded white leather fanny pack haha I took a picture with her… which I still haven’t seen… and then she let me pick out a bracelet to have. LEGIT. I don’t know why so many people talk shit about her. For real! She was super sweet and not the slightest bit of any of the awful words I’ve read. Haters. If she were even a tiny bit less straight I would charm the fuck out of her.
Several beers later I returned to have her sign it, and apparently my dumb ass smeared that shit immediately. Oh well. There’s always next time. Which there will definitely be. Even if Z doesn’t get her act together, I will find someone to drag along to the Roadshow next month.
Overall, I felt like an icicle every second I wasn’t dancing… which actually turned out to be pretty often because of all the totally upbeat music… I returned to the van at the end of the night wanting nothing more than the hoodie I’d wedged under the seat. Turns out homegirl knocked a whole cooler of melted ice on it in the process of her pee dance. Alas, I have come down with a disgusting cold, including a double ear infection and something really funky going on in my lungs. Sweeet! Still worth it.
P is for Phlegm… also for Partying like you mean it.
Are chemistry and history enough to write a love story?
Hi! I'm Bee. I am 26, live in the midwest, and I like: making people smile, girls with messy hair, earthy colors, being positive, old shoes, laughing until I can't breathe, public transportation, the city of Chicago, telling stories, lists, pretty much anything in a tortilla, inspiring people (as a verb and an adjective), coffee-flavored energy drinks, hand making greeting cards, situational playlists, ticket stubs, movies I already know the ending to, kids of all ages, live music, and BEING HAPPY.
