Image-inings ...

Well, folks, the time has come. I really need to get glasses. Knowing that my vision isn't as good as it could be is nothing new -- I first had glasses in 1993. But since one eye is near-sighted, and the other one is far-sighted, I've been able to "squint just so" for quite a while now. This tactic, however, is no longer acceptable. Not only is this giving me wrinkles, but it's nowhere near as effective as it once was. It's time to bite the bullet.

Part of it, though, is vanity. I look funny in glasses. I know that it's just that I'm not used to seeing myself in glasses (it'd be like waking up with shockingly blonde hair). But ... I need to find the right frames.

So I'm doing what crazy Mrs. McLean would do. I'm asking random students if I can try on their glasses to see how they look. And most of the kids are only too happy to help out. These are Molly's glasses, and the general consensus was that they look pretty good. (They also really bring out the resemblance between me and my "baby sister", I've noticed.)

Note to self, however: The outstretched arms technique of photographic self-portraits works in a pinch, but somehow hitches double chin up. Either that, or I must tone down the silly grin!

In other image news: I think my roots have finally grown out enough that I can cut all of the colour out of my hair without looking like I've just entered basic training. If you think I worry about what I look like with glasses, I positively hyperventilate at the thought of me with short hair. At the end of grade seven, a hairstylist for whom my mom was doing some accounting offered me a free hairstyle. He asked what I would like, and I took him a picture of a actress with long wavy hair. (I already had "long", but it was straight, and this was the 80s, people.) Well, with two snips my hair was up to my ears. The word "traumatized" doesn't really do my reaction justice.

So ... I'm thinking do the hair first, because it needs to be done (and it's cheaper), and then go start trying on glasses. Funky glasses with blah hair will just look blah anyway.

You might think that this is a really non-typical KJ post, and you would be right. I'm not really into stuff like hair, clothes, make-up, et cetera. (Maybe it's the fault of that evil hairstylist from grade seven?) What I really wanted to tell you about was the great amount of teeth-gnashing I did today at school, but I can't do so in a public forum. But if you buy me a raspberry hot chocolate at Java Moose, I might vent in person. And yes, Dr. Baby-Sister-the-Dentist, I'll remember to wear my bite plane to bed tonight in case of nocturnal gnashing. Promise!)

Random Question of the Day: Why, when I was only taking courses for the heck of it, did the local university have no problem approving my application and taking my money, but now, when I actually need the courses I'm trying to take, they suddenly question my applying as a "no-degree" student and require answers before approving me? Inquiring minds want to know.