guster and daft punk
have been on a continuous loop on my ipod since last night. i finally bought an itunes card and downloaded 11 songs. joy! i have a handful of songs that i love but don’t feel like buying the whole album (daft punk and guster, although i’m sure guster would be a pleasant investment); songs that are guilty pleasures (“fantasty” by mariah carey, shut up); one-hit wonders from the 80s (soft cell and tom tom club); songs that i’ve had on record or tape in the past and am familiar with (simon & garfunkel’s “so long frank lloyd wright” and “for kathy…”). rounding out the list is “hot in herre” by nelly, which i adore as it’s always played at blazers games. i’m not embarrassed by any of these choices. i’m over it. people like what they like and i’m open to anything.
i’ve yet to try the malt-o-meal; perhaps tomorrow for breakfast (thanks for the tip, lani)— but i did successfully make my grandma’s brownies! they look delish. it was a bitch trying to melt the chocolate chunks in the microwave without it seizing up, and the finished batter was a lot thicker than i thought it would be. it was my first time baking anything from scratch, save the cookies from the past few weeks and random batches of chocolate chip cookies throughout the years. they need to cool before i can cut into them— i can hardly wait!
one of my medications for my scalp (i pretty much have psoriasis, ps) is this oil slick i put on my scalp at night. i then have to wrap up my head in a shower cap to keep everything all moist on my scalp. i have to “sleep” in the shower cap— that sucked— it’s so loud! i woke myself up about a dozen times with all the crinkling sounds. i read on a psoriasis website that produce bags aren’t as loud. nuts, eh? sleeping with a lettuce bag over my head. it’s like a saran wrap tiara. my hair hasn’t stopped coming out, and it probably won’t for a while until these medicines start working. it’s funny— i have thin hair in general but, lucky for me, i have a lot of it and it has lots of body. so it has always looked thick. i can’t tell you how many times i’ve cursed my frizzed out mane in the mirror and wished it was thinner, smoother, more manageable. and now … thinner for sure, and in a constant pony tail and disappearing. on the bright side, maybe i’ll get more use out of that pink pageboy wig i bought last year for halloween.