Whoa I is back

Hello invisible people!

How goes it? I know it's been like forever since I posted something on this online diary of mine. I just recently completed my busiest semester at school, which is why I have been AWOL for the last quarter of 2012. Not that you would care. However, now it's all over and I have no life so I can go back to writing about the fact that I have no life. Again, not that you would care.

This is all actually quite exciting.

I got my hair cut today, something that was very much needed after a long winter of bear hibernation. Not the gay bear type. The actual bear type. 

Is it June yet?

There is something about haircuts that is just so satisfying. It's the same kind of satisfaction I get when I take out the garbage, see Roberto Luongo stop a puck, or when I smack a douchebag particularly hard in the face. You can let out your anger, your frustration and your hatred of the world in a single haircut. Every time those pairs of scissors hack at your luscious mane, it's like you're cutting off all the memories attached to that particular hairstyle. That one time you got denied by that girl while having that hair, or that one time your hair witnessed a particularly gruesome accident involving a Toyota and a jay-walking squirrel -- all of that can be let go. All the hopelessness you feel every time you see another sexist PETA ad, another episode of Glee, another Boston Bruin fan throwing a hot dog across the ice, all of it is lifted off. And all of a sudden, those little things no longer bother you, because after all is said and done, you're going to look mad fly with your new hair. You can be sad one day, get a haircut, and be perfectly normal again. Although, if your haircut is ugly or your stylist fucked up your bangs, you'd probably still be sad.

Unless you're this guy. Who apparently never wants to get laid.

Whatever though, at least he's proud of it. Life is like a box of chocolates hairstyle, guys. As shitty as it may look one moment, it will grow out, it will be fixed, and you can move on and rock out the next great look.

This is going to be a quick post because I'm still learning how to write again and I am also slightly illiterate after all the months I spent this past winter thinking about absolutely nothing. Which, my fellow humans, does not do one much good, I just realized. Who woulda thought?