Have you ever acquired something that is a relatively useful item to a large part of the population but that you, personally, have little use for… and, as the years pass, instead of just chucking it out (seeing as you never use it and it’s just cluttering up your home and is one more goddamn thing you have to pack whenever you move), you hold onto it?
“Oh, but it might be useful someday. I can’t toss this out- I’ll totally need this combination coffee pot/deep fryer in the future!”
And you say this to yourself again and again, and you shunt it off to the back of a cupboard where it collects dust and is never used.
Yeah… so I have this round hairbrush that I have owned for the better part of my life. You know the type (…looking at this just flashed me back to the sex toy post I did a few days ago). And I have never used it. I think I received it as an ill-conceived gift from a relative because all normal girls own tons of haircare implements and spend an hour in front of the mirror in the morning to make themselves look passably mediocre.
But we all know that that’s not really my thing, so… unused hairbrush.
And yet, I’ve never thrown this stupid thing out. I’ve packed it out to Michigan and back. Hell, I haven’t even used a regular hairbrush in 2 or 3 years. Why would I need this twirly one that would require a blow dryer (which I gave away, much like my curling iron… okay, the latter wasn’t so much given away as sneakily appropriated by the Players costuming department, but I didn’t put up much of a fuss about it, so I suppose that’s close enough)?
I found a use for it, galleons.
For the love of Feynman, get your minds out of the gutter (that shit is all pokey and not suited at all for such things, even if it is cylindrical in shape and roughly the right size).
I mean that I actually used it on my hair this morning. And it makes my hair do this:
So, with a minimum of product and a few quick twirls of that brush, I can manage to get an awesome, flippy hairstyle that actually lasts all day. Seems I was smart to save the dumb thing after all.
Though, if you really are packing around a combination coffee pot/deep fryer, I suggest that you just throw that thing out.
Also, I’m really glad it’s summer (even though it’s still kind of cold here and still spits snow on occasion), because now I can run a fan by my bed at night without people thinking I’m a total freak.
What? I like the white noise.
…Ugly Americans is on Comedy Central right now (two hours after someone was telling me about it, but whatever), and there’s a parody of Criss Angel on there. And Criss Angel just reminds me of Ainsley and I crashing Stauff and Nick’s room freshman year and watching a marathon of Mindfreak while writing our 12-page movie/play journals for our ROIAL class.
Later that night, I had moved out to the Abbot lobby to finish up. Nick and I were working together, and we went to grab coffee at around 7 a.m. Only to discover that Nick had forgotten to save his paper and lost everything. Which was followed by me seeing Nick in one of his terrifying rages, during which he smashed his coffee cup with his fist.
Moral of the story: Don’t drink coffee.
Epistula Rasa 
