too sticky
2005-11-15||4:27 p.m.
So I ran out of mousse on Sunday and I forgot about that and washed my hair today before buying any more of it. Dammit. So then I walked down the hall to look for some and ran into Margot, who offered for me to borrow hers. Good, right? Yeah, I guess so. So she brings it into my room and the first warning sign should have been that the mousse is called ShortSexyHair. I have long not-so-sexy hair. “Oh well,” I though, “it’s just mousse right? It still works the same.” So then I put some on my hand and it comes out as gel. GEL. IN MY HAND. I just kind of stared at my hand for a good fifteen seconds.
Gel? …but this is mousse? Is it mousse? Was Margot lying? AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH COGNITIVE DISSONANCE! COGNITIVE DISSONANCE!!! So then I look at the bottle and it says Gel Foam on it. Dammit, Alice, read the fucking bottle before you use it. So then the gel stuff in my hand starts to bubble and turns into foam right before my eyes! Hooray! I finally have mousse! So anyway that’s about the end of my story, but now my hair feels funny on my head and I can’t tell if it’s just a hypochondriac thing or if the mousse is seeping into my head and causing cancer or something. Tomorrow I will hopefully make it to Albertson’s and I’ll buy at least five bottles of mousse. The right kind of mousse (Suave). I don’t ever want to run out again. End materialistic rant.
It was about seventy degrees outside today. Too hot for me, but most people enjoyed it, so that was good. I heard it snowed in Colorado yesterday. Greedy bastards. Hoarding all the cold weather. I will remember to pack some cold weather on the way back from Thanksgiving.
Calvin & Hobbes