Saturday Night Hair

Today, saturday, I pretty much didn't do much. I'll tell you this, today was yet another bad hair day; and I have to confess how my bad hair days start: first there's the washing, when everything seems to be OK no problems what so ever and ready to either towel dry, gel, and even on those very vain days I might be able to blow dry my hair (not such a good idea). So then, after I wash my hair I comb it to get an idea what I can look like today; I start with something totally different and that might pass off as hip, but then I get (ironically) bored or it looks too stupid so I decide to go with my usual hair do, which depends on my hair length.

After I've gone through that whole process I towel dry my hair and basically just f**k up everything that I did. Why? Because I have to do it again but with semi dry hair; this results in complete dissatisfaction since it's physically impossible to set up my hair wet, semi dry or completely dry. After I realize I can't do anything the hair is way too dry, so I let it go. But this is only one instance, worse cases come when I let my hair dry with the breeze, which results in the volumization of my hair. By the end of the day it looks like an aspiring afro.

This is officially the most shallow post I've made so far here, maybe the first of many. But who cares, if you haven't lost interest at this point you probably saw something familiar, because everyone has bad hair days, I just have a bad hair life.

Hey but not all is bad hair days, with this message there's a photo of me from my visit to MIT.



Look, look, it's the MIT CoOp. To be honest, it's not fun to go by myself. I miss my friends, but I love the whole experience. I'm grateful!

Hooters and Sushi

Long time since I posted; very long time, blog wise. So here's what I've done:

1. Went to hooters, saw mildly cute chicks in short shorts and tank tops; and your blue collar types. The food wasn't that great, but the ladies made the effort to keep everyone happy so you gotta give them credit for that.
2. Last weekend went to a tropical dance club/school, now I can say that I danced salsa in Cambridge. I got lost in the way, but hell I had fun and it was worth it.
3. Went to New York City the next day or was it the same day; it was fun, I ate lunch at a Chinese/Dominican restaurant. General Tso chicken and yellow plantains are a good combination.
4. That night I went for dinner at a restaurant called Texas BBQ with my cousin and his wife, that restaurant was a total nightmare, the service was RUDE, they got me the wrong drink, my steak wasn't cut correctly and to just ruin the whole evening to its maximum extent they were practically kicking us out of the restaurant.... I really didn't get that stupid move, if you don't want to serve anyone, close your bloody kitchen like the rest of the decent places. I encourage people not to visit any of their locations.
5. That sunday I visited NYC by myself, I like to call that scouting (which I think is the term I'm suppossed to use). It's really fun, and in my experience (I've gone out with whiny, hard headed people, and that has affected my travel preferences) it's the best way to do it. The city is not that dangerous if you're smart enough. I had lunch at a little sushi restaurant at the Tribeca area called Shinjuku 2, it was really fun I kept taking pictures of everything and the staff there (3 people) were probably making fun of that, but hell who gives a fuck! I'm still waiting for those pics though.





6. Later on I went to Madame Tussauds museum and saw all the statuettes, which sometimes were pretty accurate, other times they didn't resemble the celebrity they attempted to.

So there you have it, fun weekend (despite that stupid restaurant). I miss my friends and family back home; but I don't regret being here. So far so good!