What time is it?

Its movie time!

I haven't recommended a movie in a while, right? Mainly because I haven't seen anything awesome and also we were watching Orange Is The New Black which btw is absolutely fabulous and everyone must see!
Anyway The Intouchables is one of the best, besht movies I have seen in a bit. It even took away some of the pain caused by Hollywood summer crap like World War Z and other movies I have saved A from but I haven't even been thanked yet for. I also made us watch this horror show called This Is Forty and A stopped mid away and said he wont watch anymore and that I owed him big for this one.
:/ I have to admit it was rather pathetic. Thank god it was on redbox and not 10$ wasted.

As for this one, I laughed pretty much throughout; the end A says was a bit sentimental but I was okay with that. Okay I am going to make it easier and look, a trailer: Intouchables

The only annoying thing, and even this wasn't so bad was that they used a black person to play the helper role while in real life he was French-Algerian bringing to mind all the stereotypes about "magical negro tropes" but somehow perhaps the humor and also the actor playing Driss being so brilliant made it all kind of okay.


WATCH.

I cut my hairs

So finally I gave in and got rid of the tresses. It kind of all happened very fast. On Friday Mr. A and I decided to walk down to China town for some dinner and before that we were discussing should I shouldn't I? While in theory I understand that my hairs are all my bizness somehow I end up feeling like A's opinion should be sought. And he was leaning toward kinda short but still enough to tie up sorts of a hair cut while I wanted all out. Then he was like, well, if you keep talking about it won't happen so just do it. Anyway while in Chinatown I sat down on this small square rock thing to yelp a place and looking to the sides saw Head Quarters which was somehow very cute a name. I had a racist moment which I must admit to where I said, do you think I should let an asian place cut my hair! I don't know where the fuckity fuck it came from but as soon as I said it, I looked up and A said, well, that's just racist!

Inside when I showed them the style as expected they said, oh, you will cry after it. I said, no, I wont cry. So they called their hair stylist, this hot lady who looked at the picture and said, ooh! I asked, so what do you think, will it suit me? And she said, well, I like my ladies, how do I say it? Sexy with long hair! I was like uh, well. She was quite charming and sweet. A bunch of people crowded outside the window to watch! I turned around and there they were all cringing as she chopped this big chunk off. Stupidly I hadn't thought it through so when she put the electric razor to my head, it was like, whoa! what are you doing! But obviously it needed to be shaved off. I couldn't look at the mirror so I kept trying to catch A's face and he was so sweetly smiling from the corner-it helped- Then I tried focusing on the whole- it's just hair, something that grows back, why do I even feel this loss-like feeling, how so much of it is conditioned into our thoughts-no pun intended- and so on. Then I felt allright. It was so good to have someone wash my motta -thalai. :)

And I have to say while its still a oh-man moment in that few seconds when I wake up and brush and look in the mirror, on the whole it feels so good. Seriously a burden off the shoulder feeling. And I don't look too bad, I shall add.