out of the red and into a new look

although i doubt there is any correlation between the two events, i received a professional haircut today - my first in almost two years - and i got word that i'll be making somewhere in the neighborhood of 5 grand next month. much fucking needed, i say. of course it will probably get cancelled, like the rest of the paying gigs i was booked on this year.

still stuck in tahoe. in my mind. also can read the future. in my mind.

the haircut is an entirely new style for me, the closest to this cut i've ever had was probably when i was about 12. so, i look HOT.

i'm at the edit joint tonight, making a little cash. they're the ones who will be hiring me for this june luck-fest. hopefully i won't just go on a vacation when it's over and spend it all like i usually do. i do miss snowboarding though... ooo, and michelle's gonna be in portland. she's almost a doctor.

my impending shark-death looms dark and oppressive, yet i flutter towards it, mothy (sp?).

my girl roommate thinks my new look will help me get action. i think it won't change anything if i still never leave the apartment except for work and bottled water.

NBA PLAYOFFS UPDATE:

i hate shaquille o'neal, manu ginobli, tim duncan, bill walton, the entire city of san antonio, and myself (for feeling like i have to watch every minute of this nonsense). i don't even like any of the teams very much, just really, really hate the other ones. just like when the nets played the lakers for the title, i vow that if it's san antone/miami beach i won't watch a second.

PITCHING:

VH1 tomorrow. still at it. haven't given up yet. probably should.

going out with henry in the morning to shoot some spec stuff on The Grey Pointed Archer. Selling The Rat. spec. sweet.