Presenting K.Luh
Eve said, "You are mad at J.Lo because she is leading the life you were planning to lead." I am indignant that she totally stole a personality I was intending to create.
So rages on the love-hate relationship I've got with Jennifer Lopez. I went to last night's USD Halloween Party with a floppy-brimmed hand, gradient brown Gucci lens, an off-the-shoulder peasant top, and knee-high boots. Take a guess at who I was trying to emulate. However, it wasn't as ridiculous as it sounded, because 80% of my public recognized my costume. Hey, don't be fooled by the rocks that I got!
I hate that I have neglected my blog, but I have been so busy that it's annoying. Moot Court has made me put law school on hold.
I haven't really spent any real time with my loved ones. This will have to be put off for another few weeks.
Back to the books.
My Natural Me is Back (if my natural me is J.Lo)
Does anybody have any idea how funny the episode of "Gordon Elliott's Doorknock Dinners" with the two Iron Chefs Japanese Michiba and Morimoto is? Gordon took them to a house in the New York suburbs and their mission was to whip up a gourmet dinner with all the contents of this American housewife's fridge. I've been here by myself in my bedroom laughing uproariously, watching them puzzle over the American microwave, find a yellow bell pepper and hand it to Gordon and cry "Bite it!" (in honor of Chairman Kaga's signature move), unearth all the freezer-burned meats, make noodles out of potatoes. Michiba found teriyaki sauce in the pantry and nodded approvingly. It's brilliant.
I've been really tired this week, and skipped my Evidence lecture twice, and feel worried and anxious.
But that did not preclude me from visiting the hair salon. I shamelessly brought in the
US magazine with J.Lo and Ben Affleck on the cover. Lost some of my nerve when I pulled it out to show the stylist. "This is really funny, but I'd like my highlights like J.Lo's," I confessed sheepishly. She didn't seem that enthused about it; just kinda smiled, raised her eyebrows, and I'm sure mustered up a good lie when she told me, "Hmm, that's pretty." My hair is black now, practically purple. It was supposed to be a deep dark brown like J.Lo's, with white-blonde and blonde highlights peeking out from the bottoms. I did get those highlights, which are pretty cool, but not visible in the same way. Well, whatever. You've got to see it to understand. Mom and Vicky will be happy, perhaps -- this is actually the color my hair grows out of the scalp.
While she was putting the color in, another stylist walked by. "She wants her hair like J.Lo's," my stylist announced. I turned very embarrassed and prepared to defend myself. Stylist 2 advised me, "You should get her perfume, then it's complete." I didn't admit that I had already collected many samples of Glow -- because I do like it -- and all that prevents me from making the purchase is the principle of contributing further to her "amounts."
I miss my coffee-colored hair.
I LOVE THE IRON CHEFS JAPANESE.
