I'm so Bored that I got a haircut

I had never realized before how high maintenance pixie  cuts were. I mean, sure, you don't have to brush your hair ever really, but you have to get it cut about once a month or you don't have a true pixie cut anymore.

Too corny? Ok, moving on...

So, this past week, Wifey and I decided to go get our hair cut.

"I can't decide what to do with my hair. Does 2 inches count as a haircut?"

We waited until Wednesday, the day we wanted to get haircuts, to actually book an appointment.

This was a bad idea.

After many unsuccessful attempts to call hair salons, we finally got appointments at a beauty school about 10 minutes from campus. The appointments were for 3 o'clock. We made the appointments at 2:35...

"OF COURSE WE CAN BE THERE IN 25 MINUTES!" 

Of course, our plans to take the bus there would no longer work. So, we called a taxi.

The taxi driver tried his best to kill us on the way there by swerving into oncoming traffic, so we've definitely learned our lesson about asking Mafia members for a ride. I would draw you a picture of our epic near-death, but stick figures just aren't going to be enough.

We paid $15 for a taxi to take us to get $5 haircuts...

And the place where we got the haircuts was a beauty school in a parking lot right next to a Goodwill and a Chinese takeout restaurant - fun times.

After our haircuts (which actually were pretty good - I totally recommend that place!), we decided to take the bus back to campus.

Yankees can figure this out. WE CAN, TOO!

We spent about 15 minutes waiting at the wrong bus stop, and I would just like to point out that they ALL LOOK ALIKE!


I called Peter Pan, and for some reason, he seemed surprised to hear that I was at a bus stop outside of Goodwill. I have no idea why.

After a long conversation with Pan and a short conversation with the wrong bus's driver, Wifey and I decided to cross the street to get to the right bus stop.

"Can you take us home, please?"

But the crosswalk was soooo far away.

I was going to try to illustrate this next part, but after seeing my bus, I'm sure you don't want that ... So, here goes my explanation.

I said, "Hey, let's just jaywalk!"

So, Wifey and I stepped closer to the curb, went to put our feet into the street...

And then an 18-wheeler BLEW BY OUR FACES AND NEARLY KILLED US!!!

Wifey said, "Still want to jay-walk?"

So, as you can guess, we walked to the crosswalk, waited at another bus stop for a while, and got on a bus.

I have no idea whether that bus was the right one, but we freaked out, thinking that we were going the wrong way.

Wifey - "OMG, are we going the right way?"

Me - "I don't know! How do we read the map?"

Nice Guy behind us on the bus - "Oh, you're trying to get back to campus? I can give you directions..."

Us - "No thanks, we're going to get off at this random stop right now."

So, we left Nice Guy behind and got off the bus at a hospital a few blocks from campus.

Then, we debated trying to catch another bus. Some more people even tried to help us, but we were too confused.  So, we walked back to campus.

Wifey tried to carry me, but that failed.  There shall be no pictures of the event.

We eventually reached the edges of campus, at which point Wifey left and Peter Pan arrived and walked me the rest of the way to campus.  He then carried me to the campus bus stop (much less confusing and no maps required) and sent me off to High Land, where I live.

When I arrived back at High Land, I was tired, out of breath, and extremely hungry. I walked across the quad to Fisheater's room, where I had left Herbie, my beloved scooter.

Herbie was not there.

"Where is Herbie?" I asked.

"Maybe he went home," Fisheater replied with an evil grin, "Did you check there?"

Just then, I got a text from Wifey.

Apparently, Fisheater and Shirtless Guy had carried Herbie upstairs in their house to Wifey's room.

"Help me, Katie!"

Fisheater and Shirtless Guy refused to carry Herbie downstairs and instead left the house.

Long story short, Moustache Man came over and, with help from Movie Guy, rescued Herbie from Wifey's room.

This is only one of the many crazy stories which I have from the last couple months. I will try to post some more soon, if the evil Orgo monster lets me.