Big Tim Riggins and Hall Vomit

Since I go to work at a different time this semester, the bus clientelle is mostly students, which means everyone is well-groomed. So lately, I've been lamenting how nice everyone looks and how I was never going to have new material for my bus blog. It suddenly hit me that of all the people on the bus in the past month, I should have been the bad-hair feature. The past few months, my hair has been an unmitigated disaster. Straight on the sides and curly everywhere else, poofy and stringy, tangled, rough, and ne're touched by a brush. In some places my curls are rolling up on themselves and making weird curl balls - which has never happened before. I feel like I'm back in 5th grade and I don't know how to take care of my hair.

Coinciding with this hair disaster has been the constant consumption of several tv shows, namely Studio 60 and Friday Night Lights. Now, I never really believed that tv actually influenced people to do stuff, but I'm here to tell you, it has proven to hold a great deal of power over me. Did I start abusing pain killers like Matt in Studio 60? Did I murder someone with a pipe like Landry Clark or sleep around like Tyra Collette? No. But each of these shows convinced me that I needed someone else's hair.

First, I decided I wanted Jordan McDeere's hair - her perfect, voluminous side-swept bangs and impeccable medium length hair. After trying to get my bangs like hers, I discovered that what I really wanted was her face.


Then Tami Taylor entered the scene and shoved Jordan McDeere right out of the styling chair. What with her perfect highlights, bouncy, natural locks, I knew it was for me. I already had the basic cut, so I set about figuring out how to do it.


BUT. Have you ever tried to use a blow drier and a brush at the same time?? It's like a mind puzzle. Especially when you're looking in the mirror and your hands don't move the right way. Plus, my blow drier kept overheating and turning off. So until I get some practice rounds under my belt and some better tools, I'll have to live with my old-wig-run-through-the-dishwasher-like hair.

As a side-note: I found out that the guy that plays Tim Riggins lives in Austin, and I think everyone can agree he's a total babe. Maybe someday I'll catch his eye with my Tami Taylor hair and we can ride through the hills of town on a motorcycle, our flowing locks blowing effortlessly in the wind.


But the reality of my life is that instead of freely riding in the wind, there is a guy silently throwing up in the recycling can directly across the hall from me. I was staring at him out of the corner of my eye and we made eye contact while he vomited. That is just something you don't do.

My life is gross.