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So I got some more hairs cut this weekend, as you can tell from the picture I’ve provided. Why is it that I never smile in the pictures I take of myself? It’s really hard to make myself smile when I know I’m taking a picture of me, and when I do, it always looks false. So I’m using this picture, even though I’m not smiling, even though it’s not a very flattering shot, and even though it’s not even the best picture I have of my hair. My eyes look cool in it. The end.

I really like my new haircut, though. I’m already fond of it, and I’ve only had it since Sunday afternoon. I never really got used to my last haircut, so this time the transition wasn’t nearly as traumatic, even though I think I’ve officially fallen out of the long hair category. It’s longer than most guys’ hair, sure, but this style doesn’t count as long hair in my book. For one, it stays out of my eyes, mouth, and every other orifice I possess of its own volition. I appreciate that, though my wrist now feels naked without a rubber band on it.

I had a good time this weekend, though I don’t remember most of it. And not because of alcohol, either. I never really got drunk this weekend that I can remember. Lisa did, though. She fell down and skinned her knee Sunday night. I was proud of myself: I didn’t laugh. I didn’t have much sympathy either, though, so I’ve still got a ways to go before I’m functioning as a normal human being.

The knee-skinning story helps me remember a bit. Lisa and I went out to the bar Sunday night, though we didn’t stay very long and only had a pitcher of Amber Bock. Nobody was around, and we were home by midnight. Saturday I think I must have stayed in and sat around by myself. I think I made hamburgers. Last night I did homework, watched Starship Troopers, and sat out on my front lawn to watch the fireworks. I have no idea what I did Friday, but I think I may have played Far Cry at some point. I also have no idea why these days didn’t align themselves chronologically.

Are these brain lapses normal? Why is it that I can never remember what I’ve done just the day before? Should I be worried? Why has some guy standing at the front desk taken like a dozen pictures of me in the last ten minutes? Life is full of questions.

Life also has answers! One of those answers is Hanna Marti. I have no idea who Hanna Marti is aside from the information you see there (which you can only see if you’re a Facebook member). And I have no idea what she would be the answer to, aside from the question, “who is the cutest girl Robby stumbled across on the internet today?” I think it would be fun to mention the cutest girl I see online every day. I figure, worst case scenario, someone Googles themselves and receives an inadvertent compliment. Or becomes concerned they have a stalker, I guess, which is a silly fear when you advertise yourself online. Point is, Hanna is verrah verrah cute. She also has a boyfriend (who is also cute). I gave him a 9 on hotornot, so I figure he can’t be too pissed about me calling his girlfriend cute.

The internet is a fun, random place. Which is why I fit in so well.